The fresh-faced new agent walked through the hallways of the Department of Bad Slash, PPC HQ. She made her way down to Response Centre #45. #43...#44...#45. Here we are, she thought to herself as she fumbled with her keys. Pushing her glasses back up her nose, she put the key in the lock. Before turning it, however, she swore she could hear grunting and shuffling from inside the centre. The noise quickly subsided, though, and she shrugged and turned the key.

She immediately decided that she shouldn't have turned that key.

Around about ten...no, twenty...no, thirty PPCers were in a sprawling tangle of naked bodies spread across the Response Centre. At the front, a male head poked up from between two thighs. "Hi!" the head said, cheerily, "I'm Sean! You must be Trojie! Welcome to the PPC!"

"What...are you doing?" Trojie stammered out, surprised - and, oddly, aroused.

"We're throwing you your welcome party!" a female voice yelled from inside the pile of human. "Join in the fun!"

Trojie raised one eyebrow, shrugged, and muttered, "When in Rome..."

Five minutes later, there was a squeal. "Sean, you can't put your finger in...SEAN, PUT YOUR FINGER IN THERE!"

"My finger in where?"

"So, if that's not Sean's finger..."

"Hi, I'm Lux!"