A surplus warehouse. At night. Alone. You knew this was a trap. But it was your only lead. You had to take it. Whatever you'll find, you'll be closer now than you were before. You just need to survive whatever it is.

You step into the dim light, and look around. Crates filled with boxes of who knows what. Things nobody needs, nobody wants, all left here rather than repurposed or re-used. You can't help but feel like this was a metaphorical choice by whoever was behind this. You wait, as instructed. Your contact was supposed to arrive shortly.

Out of the shadows steps a woman. A beautiful woman, with long dark hair, red eyeshadow, and red lipstick. You immediately know she isn't who you were supposed to be meeting. Why? Well, nobody would come to meet someone in a clandestine spot wearing what she is. A skin tight, long sleeved black leotard, fishnet pantyhose, black high heeled boots, a short red scarf wrapped around her neck, a red sash wrapped around her waist like a belt, and a red beret. No, nobody dresses like that unless its their uniform.

She smiles at you, but its a cold and cruel thing. "We thought you were smarter than this." Her voice is soft and wonderful, even if she's openly mocking you. "But here you are. You must've been desperate." She raises her hand, and from around her come several other women dressed like her, but all different. One with twintails, one with a blonde ponytail and flashy makeup, one with curly brown hair down to her mid back, one with a short professional hairstyle and subtle lip-gloss... whoever these people are, they recruit their young beautiful women from all over.

She points at you, and the women begin to advance. There's so many of them, even if they don't look like they'd be much of a challenge in a fight, there's still so many...