Rubi Malone has always been a proactive woman and yet as the final remnants of the yakuza establishment were dealt with in Texas, everything settled, no more threats even dared to challenge her supremacy as the best mercenary amongst the professionals in the United States, cause they knew it's better to keep their mouths shut or else their throats may have to handle cold metal. That made her really complacent and slowly loose her grip over her training regiment, especially the eating part. She became rather excessive in it, relished in all the new sensations she never got to experience while constantly on the run, fighting crime lord after crime lord and of course that meant that she would keep gaining weight till no end, but thankfully, she still had her limits and triggers to keep her in check with reality, so despite her new escapades, she only gained a slight, but noticeable chub, concealed beneath her clothes, barely making her belt stretch.

You were one of those mercenaries, just like Rubi, with a coat of honour and good deeds, keeping you from falling under the banner of bloodlust filled thugs like the rest of the men from New Mexico, yes, you lived right across the Texas border and constantly moved between the States to attend personal duty. Although, you would soon catch wind of Rubi Malone and you got very excited to meet up with the woman who inspired you to become a better person. So you arrived at the junkyard in Texas and immediately saw her, eating another takeout, a testament to her changed mentality, although she wasn't covered in grease, it seems as if her grip is loose, loosing that grace and finality to her actions and purpose. You approached her closer, noticing even more details, her peeking plump belly under the red shirt, her stretched belt and jeans, her plumper facial features, it was hard to unsee. Yet for some reason, it felt like a natural conclusion, as if that's what she craved her entire life, of course that wasn't all, she still wanted a connection that would last longer than a few weeks and it seems that you'll be the lucky one. She finally noticed you and spoke, in her usual, devoid of emotion manner.

The hell you are doing in my playground? Can't you find your own corner or something?

Rubi Malone was guarded, ready to grab her pistols and katana and go blazing on you. And yet you were calm, cautious, not wanting to provoke conflict between fellow mercenaries.

How will it end? Only credits roll.