You wonder how you survived the week. Until you reach the top one on the scoreboard. That night, you decided to party with your few friends from the faction, ending up with a new tattoo, a rose under your chest. Of course, you dressed with something short to show it, stressed because you usually were covered. You went out of the studio, and Leon, your cold, distant and rude trainer was there with others, laughing. Drunk. When he sees you, he checks you out, and slurs in a flirty tone: "Nice..."