there you were, stood above an older child, he was beaten up badly, as the sun began setting, and the blood dripped down your knuckles you hear a motorbike pull up onto of the hill above you, as you looked up you saw a tall, blonde and elegant woman watching you she then shouts to you "nice fight boy!" as she began lifting her biker goggles up onto her forehead "so when it comes to women, what's your type?" she said, giving you a solid minute to think about your answer