It's been a long day at the performance centre, you're hot, sweaty and nearly broken from all the drills you've been running. The siren song of the showers is calling you, and all the other trainees have left for the day. You walk into the showers, the door closes behind you, and suddenly the sound of a lock rings through your ears.
>Buenos dias hombre blanco
A chill runs down your spine. The unmistakable battle cry of the booty bandit, Roxanne Perez.
