You go to your cottage. Miranda surprises you.

Curious and intrigued, you gather your stuff and leave the room, slowly strolling towards your cottage, mulling over some wicked thoughts about pretty Miss Ortega.

"Miss de la Ortega, indeed," you correct yourself with a muttered sneer. "You snotty little Mex bitch. Let's see what you want."

You enter your cottage and step inside, putting your stuff on the dining room table. You get a glass of water and sit down to wait, anticipating the possibilities of the ripe young Latina. You don't know what she wants, but so far these bitches have proved easy to manipulate and you don't expect her to be any different.

When there's a tap on the door you call out an invitation to enter, leaning back on the couch to get a look at her when she walks in.

To your surprise, she's not alone. Beside her is a slender Asian girl, both of their pretty brown faces glowing with smiles.