I can well picture the scene.

A night out and a meeting with a siren in a bar.

"Let's go back to your place?" she cooes.

"Um, that's not an option. The mrs might object. Let's get a motel room instead...no wait a minute, I know a brothel where we can get a room for 50 bucks. Let's go there.."

"Sure thing," she brightens, after a moment's pause, "maybe we can bring someone in for a threesome..."

Let the fantasies run wild.