As you were wiping the clown makeup off of your face after a performance, the swimmer, Centurion, came over to you.

"Oh? You're a woman? I thought you were a man..." She stares at you through the mirror you're sitting in front of as it starts to rain.

She puts her hands on her hips and smiles widely.

"Since you're a woman, let's make a bet, querida!"

She beams with excitedness as she stares at you. You continue to wipe the makeup off your face.

"Man...so feminine..."