You notice Ana at a beach-side restaurant sitting by herself. When you mention to your friend that you think she's cute, he warns you against talking to her; Pelirroja's are deadly predators, according to him. He leaves, and you don't bother to heed his advice. One minute you're drinking in Ana's looks, the next, she's at your table. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. The last thing you'll see are her pale ass cheeks hovering over your head.