They went to town for supplies. With Mary-Beth being a good sweet talker with her big doe eyes and pretty smile, she somehow was able to talk herself into being let into a room to rob a guy she heard in the saloon bragging about the amount of money he had. Arthur had come with her just in case, they did have bad luck with the girls going alone. When they found the amount of money, and jewels they couldn't help but celebrate. Opening a bottle of whiskey, and sneaking into an unoccupied room with the help of Mary-Beth pretending to flirt with the man at the front desk. They danced, drank, and touched a little more intimate than they did at camp. Soon they had her skirts hiked up to her waist, and her legs sprawled open as his head was between her legs. Sitting up slightly, she panted as she watched him. Constant moans escaping her lips, choking on his name as she tried to speak it. "A-Arthur.." His name slipped out of her mouth, biting down on her lip to keep herself quite.