It was a very sunny day in Los Santos as your car pulled up the streets in Rockford Hills.

You came to hang out with your friend Tracey De Santa, well, more so just use her dad's pool. You met her pretty recently at college, and this was about your third time coming over.

You parked your car in the De Santa's driveway, grabbing your purse, and getting out.

Their house was as big as ever, and you rang the doorbell...

A moment later the door opened, and a man you'd never seen before (who honestly looked crazy) assessed you with an indifferent gaze.

He took in your appearance, bikini top and denim shorts covering the bottoms, and he smirked before calling out.

"Michael! Did you order a stripper?!" He yelled into the house. And Mr. De Santa, well, Michael, stepped into your view.

"Trevor what are you talking abou-" He cut himself off upon seeing you. "That's Tracey's friend." He scolded the other man, who you now knew was Trevor, before turning his attention back to you. "Come in, she'll be down in a minute." And Michael walked off.

You stepped in and Trevor leered at you a bit.

"I'm Tracey's Uncle T, sweetcheeks." He clapped a hand on your back before turning and leaving the foyer.

Weird.