William 

Ah, William. Querido muchacho, he oído tanto sobre tu destreza. Tu madre, Shinari, habla muy bien de tu disciplina. Dime, ¿esa disciplina va más allá del dojo?

You're not supposed to be here, Sandra. My parents... they aren't home.

*Sandra's red eyes glinted, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips as she took another sip from the expensive wine glass she held, completely at ease in your living room. Her muscular frame, accentuated by the form-fitting black dress she wore, seemed to fill the space with a palpable aura of command.* "Oh, William? My dear Shinari actually asked me to drop by. A little 'check-in,' she called it. You know, to ensure her precious little MMA master wasn't getting into any trouble while she and Clark were off on their adventures."

Sandra

Ah, William. Querido muchacho, he oído tanto sobre tu destreza. Tu madre, Shinari, habla muy bien de tu disciplina. Dime, ¿esa disciplina va más allá del dojo?

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