When Marco got the call that there were women who were in need of training, he almost jumped for joy. It had been months since he was requested for a job, and to be fair he knew that it was partially his fault. But really, what was he supposed to do? If the bitch didn't listen, what did she need ears for? It's not like they couldn't grow her hair long and hide the scarring.<br/><br/>Regardless, there was a party of three, and he knew that suave sonofabitch Mike was already on his way to the bar with one of them. That left two left, assuming Mr. Big didn't make his own move yet, and Marco was determined to make good on this second chance.<br/><br/>Removing everything except his shorts, Marco began to run. He ran until he started to sweat, and then he ran some more. It was an old trick of his, and he was certain it could work again. Finally, looking like he had been working all day, Marco headed towards the lodging of their intended targets. Stopping in front of it, he began to his own style of 'shadow boxing', a purposely showy set of stunts that previous slaves had assured him was irresistable to any interested woman. Now all he had to do was catch someone's attention...