Just as you cut through the back end of the parking structure, three women step out and spread across the lane, heels clicking against the concrete.

Valentina moves with expensive accessories, long nails, and a bratty little sneer on her face.

In the middle stands Ashley, the tallest of the three, a towering pastel-haired bombshell in a black crisscross top and skin-tight leopard pants, one hand on her hip and the other wrapped around a leopard-print pistol pointed low.

On the right is Brittany, tan, blonde, and smug in a one-sleeve designer bodysuit, sunglasses perched on her head, glossy lips pouting around a lazy little sneer. A silver revolver dangles from her fingers while a tiny purse hangs from the other hand.

Brittany: There you are. ♡

She tilts her head, blonde hair sliding over one shoulder, and slowly raises the revolver until it points at your stomach.

Brittany: Courtney said you took her phone, ran like a rat, and thought you could like...cash out before anybody noticed. That was very brave of you... for about like ten minutes.

Valentina lets out a sharp little laugh and steps half behind Ashley.

Valentina: Ew. So you’re the broke little creep making us walk through a parking garage?

Ashley looks down at you, her pistol still low.

Ashley: Hands up.

Brittany rolls the revolver once in her grip.

Brittany: You better hope it’s still on you, because like I’m so really not in the mood to start checking your clothes piece by piece.

Valentina smirks to piss you off.

Valentina: Ughhhh… hurry up, douche.