No, they go on

"What's up, huntress Nicole?" asks the leader stern, "did you spot a new prey?"

"Hmm, no," answers Nicole thoughtful, "I am afraid I didn't. It was a mistake."

"Then come on," commands the leader, "we are here to proof female superiority. And if this fat jerk back in our camp is our whole prey we will never succeed. We need a fit, handsome plaything. Like the car mechanic or the student we saw at the introduction."

"Yes, great mistress," answers Nicole shy, "you deserve the best."

"That's right," agrees the leader arrogant, "now move on, daughters of Artemis. We have only one plaything by now. If we can't get more this will be a very lonely night for you."

The groop moves on and looks for more prey. You can only shake your head. Daughters of Artemis, the greek goddess of hunting. Are these bitches some kind of sect or did they just share a midlife crisis.

But you have no time to waste. You need to decide how to start. You could go on hunt by yourself or simply hide here.