Remus has to resist the urge to dig his heels in like a dog on a leash, and reluctantly lets himself be dragged in. Inside, it seems, Sirius is correct; Remus glances around at the sheer number of girls—and a few boys, too—lolling about in various states of undress, sitting in laps, giggling, drinking, dancing. And, well, Remus might be young, but he isn't stupid. He stops dead in his tracks.

"Right. And the girls here...have you got to pay them to spend time with them?"