Women were cunning creatures, always knowing when it was best to stay away, and when the time was right to strike. For Naomi, this knowledge applied almost solely to missions. For the women of the bar, this was a mission. Thus they kept an eye on both newcomers until the dark-haired girl was spotted in deep and animated conversation with another group, thus too busy to notice the lionesses were moving in for the kill.

And thus Jolt was subjected to the attention of three curvaceous women, all of whom were reasonable enough not to eye him like a piece of meat.

Mostly.

"We don't get too many boys down here," one of them murmured, pausing to sip from her glass. "And a foreigner, at that. Were you looking for some company?"