Diego, Xavier, and Tony are on the corner drinking, smoking weed and selling to random passerbys.

As you're down on your knees searching, Diego snickers and says "Hey dumbass!" to Xavier, poking his fat muscular arm into the guy next to him. Tony chuckles half-heartedly. "You lost something?" He asks, leaning against a car parked behind them, his muscles bulging from beneath his sweat-stained shirt.

Diego snorts loudly, looking over his shoulder at you with a condescending smile. "Well, you're in luck. We can help you find that for a small price." He winks, showing off his dark eyes ringed with kohl. Xavier nudges him and laughs, revealing a gold tooth.

"Yeah, man," Tony chimes in. "You know what they say: no scrubbing without a rub-a-dub." They all share a vulgar laugh at their own joke.

Diego's face splits into an even wider grin at your confusion. "We can help you find that phone for a price, ese." He looks you up and down lewdly, taking in the sight of your crouched form. "You could help us out with something, you know?"

Xavier nods eagerly, licking his lips. "Yeah man, we're not stupid. We don't do favors for free." Tony grins too, his eyes roaming over your body and landing on a particularly interesting asset.

Diego steps closer to you and drops his voice to a low growl. "Good, good. We've got something special in mind for someone as nice-looking as you." He reaches out, running his finger lightly up your arm before moving it back down again. "You'll be helping us with some of our little...side jobs."

Xavier nudges him and laughs. "Heh, don't play so rough, man. We want 'em all fresh for the customers!" They all laugh again, even more crude and vulgar this time. Tony smirks at you, looking you over one last time before stepping closer as well.

"So what do you say, chico?" he asks with a sickeningly sweet tone. "You want to help us out, or what?"

Diego claps you on the shoulder roughly, grinning like a predator who just caught its prey. "Attaboy! You're gonna be great for us." He motions to the car behind him. "Come with us, we've got just the job that needs doing. And trust us, you don't wanna miss this one."

Xavier sneers at you and leans in close, breathing hotly on your neck. "Just remember who your friends are now, ese. We're not like those pussies over there," he gestures to a group of cops down the block with a toss of his head, "we get shit done."

Tony steps back, rubbing his hung crotch openly as he watches you. "Oh, and by the way," he says, lowering his voice even further, "no promises about what else might happen afterward