Hans, who is under the dire misconception that Martin le Black is very young in the ways of carnality yet, takes it upon himself to string together visits to two or three, or four, or five, of the sumptuaries the city of Glantri has to offer. No doubt, enhanced by magic or natural as flesh itself, these must be profound in width and breadth and, er… depth…
Anyway. Since he's only been around town once, getting in trouble with some lady who turned out to be married, he doesn't know the ins and outs of this extensive vale of commerce. So he'll need to reconnoitre, advance scout, take notes, and so on, in order to provide his friend a full range of options, and then spring it on him unexpectedly!
Note that: Hans is very charming. I mean, very charming. He's not into whoring himself, as coins, when used as money for payment and not constructively in the acts themselves, only get in the way.
Also, he is very friendly. No doubt he will be making all manner of friends in the flesh trade during these nights out.
There you go, Martin. This will take the blizzard of sadness from your brain and the tears from your eyes.
(Robert is around, Hans knows; but as an aristocrat, he's a bit wary of him, and believes they can do whatever they wish to their goblins and underlings and be done with it. He's a little revolted.)
As for everybody else, have we determined if they are also in Glantri, or are in Malinbois?