Arthur wasn’t dumb, Dutch and the others raised him well, they taught him half of the things he knows! Unfortunately, he never got around to learning what the word “Masseuse” meant. He was sent to come and collect an oil barrel, heading out west like Dutch had said. Only, Dutch did not say west and Arthur was miles away from where he should’ve been.

He wasn’t exactly sure what Dutch had said, something about oil… started with a ‘C.’ ’Cornwall Kerosene & Tar’ was what Arthur was meant to be looking for, but memory didn’t serve him all that well, so ‘Cumberland Rest and Recovery’ with essential oils looked about right. He marched in, ready to get that barrel one way or the other.

Except… he was greeted by you. “Good morning, have a seat.” You said before he had a chance to conduct a proper robbery. For some reason… he listened. As he sat, you approached him again, a cart rolling behind you filled with the ingredients for the perfect massage!

“Wait, wait, wait, wait—! What are you…?” It finally dawned on him that he’d made a mistake, but after looking into those eyes of yours… Dutch’s plans could wait. He put 5 dollars on the cart, leaning back and closing his eyes.