You almost wish that Sanchez hadn't told you where Andrea has stashed the note; now you can't help but imagine the humungous mammaries just on the other side of this wall... You have to admit that you're easily distracted by women at the best of times, and now you're literally close to the heart of a woman bigger than all your past 'conquests' put together. In fact, if you concentrate, you can hear the thunder of that immense organ, pounding away alongside the regular tremble of her breaths...
To distract yourself, you run over the mission details again. Your next step in penetrating this organisation is the woman Rachel, essentially the female pimp for these prostitutes. Her gender may seem odd at first, but intelligence suggests that the organisation is entirely female operated, growing from disgruntled prostitutes who wished to take control for themselves. Sanchez's reference to entering a wolf cave was eerily accurate, for the mastermind behind the whole business has been assigned the codename 'She Wolf', ferociously protective of her charges and determined to seize global domination.
And it all starts with the prostitute whose bra you currently sit in.
From here, you cannot make out what words are being spoken, clothing shielding you from too much outside, and the lungs behind you making even Andrea's speech too distorted. You are aware that a conversation is taking place, but not until the fifty is pinched free can you make out your host's disgruntled voice: "It's all here, I swear," she booms.
The walls are contracted once again, more severely than last time since Andrea has no idea that a shrunken secret agent is sheltering within the rolled-up note! You scramble further toward one end as the central walls meet, casually pinched tight by the merest effort on behalf of this vast woman, whose digits are more powerful than a car-crusher!
The money stops moving, and the crushing pressure releases. The walls don't fully return to their previous positions, Andrea's careless treatment having permanently distorted the frame. Had you remained in place, you'd have been permanently distorted yourself, squished into a bug stain!
There is a sudden earthquake, and you scurry toward the exit from your shelter, noting quickly that the money has been placed on a tabletop, alongside a row of similar silos, some crumpled heaps, others neat rolls secured with elastic bands. Overhead, you can just make out Andrea's massive form retreating back to the gaggle of similarly gargantuan prostitutes at the back of the room. Meanwhile, you see the source of the quake, looming over your current position.
It is a hand, leaning on the table where a person examines the money spread before them. It is somehow greater in size even than Miss Hensley, Sanchez or Andrea's, and is bereft of any of the ornamentation of the prostitute. No, these are brawler's hands, nails bare and chipped, hill-like knuckles crusted with old scabs. Yet they have a distinctly feminine form despite all that, and as you drag your eyes up the terrifyingly long bare arm, taking in the massive muscles, you find yourself admiring this peak specimen. Over the strap of her tank top you look, spotting the distinctive butterfly tattoo on her neck, somewhat incongruous on this warrior woman.
This is Rachel, and you're right in front of her. It would be so easy to get to her hand now, to set your gloves to the surface of her skin and be carried away, but there is the risk of being felt or seen. You could maybe stay with the money, but there's no guarantee that she's going to take it with her or not feed it into a counting machine.
You could take some time to find a way to get to Rachel by a safer route, or even scope out the room, or just find somewhere to hide and eavesdrop - you're in no rush, and should gather intel before rushing in headlong, no matter how attractive you find your target!
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