Babylon! Ted cautiously looks at the S&M equipment on the dance floor, until Dale walks up to him. Dale said that he thought he recognized him: "But I thought, wait a minute, can't be, not Ted Schmidt." Ted gives him a wan smile. Dale asks, "So, this is a surprise. So, you, uh, a Daddy...a master...a slave?" Shyeah, right. Ted replies that he's "none of the above. [He's] just here as an observer." Dale: "Yeah, that's what they all say. And then next thing you know, there they are in a sling with a bottle of poppers stuck up their nose and five guys fisting them." Ew. I mean, to each his own, but, uh, ewww. Ted bumbles, "Uh, rest assured that's not the case with me. A friend of mine dragged me here --" Just then, Emmett is pulled past them by the cowboy they saw upstairs. Emmett giggles, "Cowboy Bob lassoed me. He promised to take me back to his stable, tie me up like a squealing pig, and brand me! Yee-hah!" I love Emmett. He can have fun wherever, and it's just cool. Ted nods that Emmett's the friend who dragged Ted here. Dale replies, "Now he's being dragged away. Lucky him." Ted doesn't quite know what to say to that, but finally fumbles, "Yeah, well, I know you've probably got another slave you've got to work over, or whatever, so don't let me keep you." Dale replies, "That was just a matinee. Stick around -- the next one is going to be really hot." Ted's so out of there. Dale says that maybe, after the show, Ted could come over to his place for a drink: "We can catch up." Ted insists that it's already pretty late, and Dale smirks, "Strictly as an observer." Before Ted can reply, though, Dale's next slave shows up, and it's time for the next show.