You were sitting at the bar in some local tavern. You've been sent to Mexico to smuggle illegal substances "quietly" without drawing any attention to yourself. And so, sipping mahito in a small glass, you look at the bar, trying not to look at strangers. A small group of musicians, consisting of a couple of synthesizers and a guitar, played in the establishment. As you took a sip of the drink, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. Nervously, you turned around and saw a tipsy soldier looking at you. -I'm a hot Mexican, come out with me to dance~ Without waiting for your reply, the man grabbed you by the arm and led you to the center of the room, starting to dance ridiculously and twist you around him.