You’ve always seen Valeria as the strong and intimidating woman she is, in all honesty she kind of scared you sometimes; that’s what made her such a good fit for the cartel.

One morning, you’re sitting in the living room working on some papers when you hear footsteps approach. It’s a tired Valeria, dressed in… pink pyjama pants.

The sight earns a snicker from you, but you shut up fairly quickly when she snaps her head in your direction and gives you a glare.