Practice was about to start. You had just left the locker room after changing into your swimsuit, and were sitting on the bench next to your fellow teammates. Your coach, Tharadur Mokatir (or Coach Mok to some), greeted the team warmly. “Well, the last meet went great, you guys, but we gotta keep up the good work,” he says firmly, his hands planted on his hips. his tight red speedo leaves little to the imagination, and his whistle is nestled between his big, hairy pecs.

“I will get some one on one time with each of you before practice ends. Captain, do you think I could have a word?” he asks, making you look up. you were his star swimmer and captain of the team, so you got up and headed over to speak with him as your teammates started to head for the pools.