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money.”
    “The bartender could take the money as a tip,” Bronn pointed out. Giselle smiled again, looking from one man to the other.
    “That she could. Okay. I’ll be right back.”
    “We’ll come with you,” Lenth suggested. “So we can continue talking.”

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    Time seemed to stand still as Giselle found herself increasingly absorbed in the information that Lenth and Bronn provided her about their culture. She found herself having a drink—then two, then three—while the two men told her about the research they were interested in, looking into female genetics and sexuality. She knew that she was ovulating; when she’d approached the table, her reaction to the two men had been as much due to some subtlety of their height, build, coloring, and facial features, along with their unusual, brightly colored eyes, as their potential as subjects for her possible ethnography.
    Somehow, over the course of the conversation, she’d found herself divulging more about her life than she’d expected to. Bronn and Lenth asked her about her age, about her studies—they were complimentary about her subject matter. “That is a wonderful thing to study!” Bronn told her brightly when she explained the scope of cultural anthropology. “Humans need to discover as much about themselves as possible if they desire to advance.”
    There was something—Giselle’s increasingly fuzzy mind couldn’t identify it—about the way that the two men referred to the human race. She caught the fact that Bronn and Lenth occasionally said “you” when talking about people instead of “we,” but dismissed it as the kind of error that people who spoke English as a second language would make. But still something stirred in the back of her mind, something that was unsettling and intriguing all at once.
    “Would you like to come home with us?” Bronn said at one point. Giselle startled at the question; looking around, she realized it was much later than she thought. Go home with two guys? Giselle worried at her bottom lip, trying to decide. She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to the two men. But she’d never gone home with two men at the same time; she’d never been interested in a threesome—and yet she found herself wanting to say yes, even though the obvious strength and height of the two men worried her.
    “I promise you, we won’t take advantage of you,” Lenth said quietly. “Our culture is strongly— strongly —against taking women unwillingly. But we want to continue to speak with you, and it’s becoming crowded here.” Giselle glanced around the busy bar once more and had to agree.
    “If you try and hurt me,” she said, looking at each of the two men. “I’ll kill you both…or try my best to, anyway.”
    Bronn smiled. “I would expect no less; have no fear, you won’t have to resort to that.”
    Giselle gathered up her purse and stood, unsteady on her feet. “Then lead the way,” she said.

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    “She’s waking up,” Lenth heard Bronn say from the other side of the room. Their subject had come with them willingly to what Bronn told her was his home; in fact, it was laboratory space that Bronn had set up at the beginning of the mission. Bronn had chosen a different tactic from many of their colleagues in his attempts to make potential human subjects comfortable with agreeing to be experimented on: his laboratory was a mock-up of a human dwelling, with the specialized equipment recommended by their research overseers tucked away in what would be considered a human’s bedroom.
    When they had arrived at Bronn’s space, Lenth had quietly prepared a concoction that the Khateen knew would assist humans in metabolizing alcohol more quickly, without the lingering harmful effects that humans called a hangover. The substances in the concoction neutralized the alcohol in the stomach, so that there was less for the human liver to process, converting the alcohol into simple glucose and water. Before