"How about I help you bail her out? I happen to want to know about what the schools are like around here, after all. If your husband has a criminal record of any kind, he might have to pay a hefty bond to bail her out. Going to the Dashan union might cost even more money..."


    The innkeeper lit up at Wilbur''s offer to help her daughter out, clutching his sleeve emotionally. "Young man, if you manage to get my daughter out, she''s all yours for the rest of your time here! I won''t even need you to pay for your food! Her life''s going to be ruined if she really ends up in jail!"


    "Give me your address and your household information. I''ll handle this. However, your daughter''s going to have to take me around town for a while after this. I''m not a local, and I don''t know if I can trust anyone. Is that alright?"


    Wilbur came up with an excuse on the fly and got up to head to the police station nearby.


    "But of course. I''ll send you all of that this very instant! You can get a cab to the Ayer Police Station!"


    Wilbur did as told and arrived at the station as expected.


    Money could really work wonders, and he was able to cut through the queue with just two hundred dors.


    Another thousand dors and three hundred more as a tipter, the innkeeper''s daughter was let out without Wilbur having to answer anything.


    The innkeeper''s daughter was named Lacey Lent. She was eighteen years old, and d head to toe in ck with a nose ring and what looked like a dozen studs in each ear.


    Her mother had been truthful about her looks, but Wilbur had an even worse impression of her than he had of her mother.


    Lacey peered at Wilbur curiously, her gaze shing with glee.


    "Are you a rtive of ours from Dasha?"


    "You sure look like you live there. Could you lend me a thousand bucks? I''ll pay you backter."


    Wilbur''s impression of Lacey worsened even more at the request.


    However, he wanted his n to work, so he remained patient. "What do you need the money for? Besides, how are you even going to pay me back?"


    Lacey fixed him with a solemn stare. "For bail, of course! My friend''s still in there, I can''t leave without her! Besides, you can just f*ck me if I can''t afford to pay you back. If I''m not quite your type, my friend might be! She''s a gorgeous blonde Cametran. How''s that? Be honest with me here. How many of you young men studying abroad actually care about that degree? Aren''t you just here to muck around and sleep with Cametrans?"


    Wilbur took out a thousand dors and handed them to Lacey. "You''re not my type, and I''m not here to sleep with Cametrans. Please don''t project your values onto other people. It only makes you look even dumber. Also, I''m here to hire you as my tour guide around town. Meet me at the entrance in twenty minutes if you''re down."