Wouldn't be enough for him.
For Lucas to be satisfied with the information, the girls would have to be, and you'll pardon the crudity, on their backs, spread legs, pre-lubed, pre-intoxicated, and probably blindfolded, gagged, with some sort of corks in their nostrils.
Crude as it is, it’s accurate.
If you tell Lucas to go talk to girls, he demands a location.
Tell him a location and he demands the exact time women will be there.
Tell him the time and he demands the women’s numbers and names in advance.
Tell him that and he demands assurances that the women are young and want babies and are “in love with him” and want an older man to impregnate them right
now and won’t reject him or call his dick tiny.
Tell him all that and he demands you approach the women
for him, “wingman” it, round the women up like cattle, strip them and drive them towards Lucas’s waiting penis.
Lucas KNOWS he’s utter shite at talking to women. He can’t talk to a “zoomer bae” without crying, yelling or getting security to push him away from the scared girl. Sometimes all three. He’s a coward around attractive women, who breaks down into schizo screaming because after “Hi, I’m Lucas,” he runs out of Sane People Script and reverts to talking about fecund wombs being fisted by his sperm magic-encrusted knuckles or whatever.
He moves the goal posts again and again, trying to find someone who will agree to have the interaction with women FOR him and somehow, in some impossible way, instruct those women to go into a room and silently climb on top of Lucas, who is lying down with his trousers yanked to his ankles and his eyes closed, and have sex with him FOR him.
If he has to actually
speak to the woman at any time beforehand, he will fuck it up, and he knows it.
