She was walking through a shady park, her heels marking her confident steps as she made her way to the donor club. The path was usually lonely, but this time she stopped by the lure of strong whiff of something interesting, hidden beneath layers of cigarette smoke and a pretty nice aftershave. It was the dead of night, and nobody walking in the street at this time was up to no good. As she approached the stranger, Mirna could smell the drugs on him, and wondered if some of that could spice up the night at the club.