A SHREW?

Andre emerged from the mansion, hopped into his car, and drove off. He continued driving until he reached one of his private guest houses.

Exiting the car, he opened the door and was greeted by a room filled with tall, curvy girls scantily clad in g-strings and barely-covering bra tops. Smoke hung in the air as some of them indulged in tobacco and the likes, and lively music pulsed through the room as they danced. As he gazed at them, a smile played at the corners of his lips.

Andre made his way through the crowd of strippers, finally reaching a chair at the far end. He settled into it, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. The girls gathered around him, drawn by his presence.

With the music growing louder, they swayed their hips and danced around him. Andre watched them with excitement, while some of the girls settled on either side of his legs, giving him lap dances. One of them approached him and said, "I've missed you so much, Scorpion."

Andre smiled and shotgunned h