I never had the nerve to try it again.I was applauding the accountant who had just finished his stand up routine when Angie Springer sat down at my ta...le."Hi stranger" she said, "Buy a girl a drink?"I looked over at the table where she had been sitting when I came in and saw that it was empty. She saw me look and said:"They all had to get home to their husbands."I raised an eyebrow at that and Angie noticed and read the unsaid "But you aren't in a hurry to get home to yours?" that the look. His enormous nudity frightened them.His upper torso, like his arms and shoulders were hugely muscled. Far more so than they had ever thought attractive.His flaccid penus seemed to sway. It was in proportion to the rest of his body. Huge.But worst of all, like his arms his torso was covered in scars. Many scars, some livid, some white and luminous, some sunken, some puckered. He went to his backpack, but the girls couldn't see what he found. He then turned and walked away, a bizzare sight, naked. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real world. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious. You are Eleven, aren’t you?” you replied. The girl nodded. “From which universe are you?” she continued. “Universe?” you asked, “How do you mean?”. Eleven took a moment and then said “Hmmm, maybe you don’t. Could you be….from the Outside?”. “The Outside?” you repeated. Eleven nodded slowly whilst in her own thought “You must be. Maybe that’s the key to set everything straight.”. You just stood there trying to make sense of it all when Eleven suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you with her.