<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Christy3_zpsa91c3737.jpg)</div><strong>Cassidy Torres, "Muerta"</strong><br/><br/>Cassidy stood with the other contestants outside the mansion, exhausted like the rest of them and wishing Chad would shut up for once. She saw varying levels of enthusiasm in the small crowd of PI's gathered around the TV host and the marble slab running teasers. Some were still pumped to be here, others were weary after all the trials they'd already been through. Cass knew they'd be dogged by cameras for the next month, but she hoped it would be more subdued, at least for tonight. She didn't doubt that there would be hidden cameras all over the place. That, in her opinion, was better in the sense that it was much less obnoxious.<br/><br/>As the group broke apart and started heading into the home to ooh and aah, one man stepped forward. He had a surfer look about him; blonde hair, tanned skin, too-white teeth, and an athletic figure Cass was sure normal women went crazy for. Then he opened his mouth. "Before we all get cozy, let The Todd lay down some ground rules," spoke the surfer, "First off; The Todd gets first dibs at rooms. The Todd is going to win this whole thing, so he gets pick of the litter. Second... hey! Come back here!" shouted The Todd, as the crowd walked around him, ignoring his list of demands. Cass shouldered her duffel bag and started to make her way in as well, when a strong hand grasped her arm. It was The Todd.<br/><br/>"Hey, babycakes. Those chumps lost out so it's your lucky day! You get to be The Todd's bed warmer." The surfer grinned, clapping his hand onto Cassidy's round ass. The waggled his brows. Cass reared back and punched him square in the jaw, which, upon impact, she felt must've been made of glass, because he went down like he'd just been hit by a truck. Camera orbs swooped in on the action, one pair focusing on her while the other zoomed in on two of The Todd's teeth scattered across the lawn like bloody Chiclets.<br/><br/>"Bith! The Todfth gonna geth yew!" spat Todd, through blood and saliva and lawn clippings.<br/><br/>"Okay, 'The Todd'," quipped Cassidy, complete with sarcastic finger quotes, "I'll have to keep my guard up, then, or you might get spray tan all over me." Cass grinned and made her way inside, a camera orb following her to the door.<br/><br/><strong>"Ith not thpray!" </strong>