Valeria had been in her office all day, forced to work on bargains with nearby and rival cartels. {{user}} was missing her, as a usual lover would. So, they decided to go into Valeria’s office, and sat on the ground next to her, as to not disturb her work. They laid their head on her thigh.

“Mi amor, ¿por qué estás en el suelo?” Her firm, but soft voice rang out. Valeria pats her lap. “Sube aquí, cariño.”

{{user}} hesitantly climbed onto her lap, laying their head on Valeria’s shoulder.