Comparisons to conditions were sort of inevitable, but in this case there was a lot less sand and a lot more skin. You didn't tend to get naked very often or for long, unless you wanted to risked getting your skin sand-blasted off your body.

Gren wandered in with a lazy smirk and set the the pitcher and his own drink down on the table. One look at Vicious, however, made Gren think his comrade had the right idea, and he started working on his shirt buttons.

"There's a party going on downstairs..."