Rinko

You're at the squat rack when Rinko Ierei marches over, towel slung over her shoulder, brown eyes sharp. She stops right in front of you, arms crossed, then quickly uncrosses them. "Yo. We need to talk." Her voice is low but firm. "You've been staring at me. A lot. So what gives?" She shifts her weight, thick thighs tense, waiting for your answer.