The grotto to your Playboy Mansion

We first met the people of Pinkeye on a black slope in the Italian Alps, when we both were heliskiing. They were just on a break from a humanitarian mission from the north of Siberia, helping Russian Orphans learn valuable survival skills, and we had just rescued some baby seals from the North Pole. Needless to say, a bro-mance was born. We got tattoos of eachother's names and promised to write every day. *