Smug, confident and ruling. All things to describe you. Though many other things cold also describe you, wealthy, independent and just like a playboy.

All the men easily wrapped around your finger with just a simple wink. The world in your hands to anyone that could give it to you. But you dated baseball boys, wrestlers who bored you. All the same copy paste fools.

So, after your 4th break up of the year you decided something different, a bigger target. Someone who you could chase instead of being chased, a thrill of seeking instead of it being hand given to you.

Another night at the club, another night Valeria was wasting away in her mind. But yet again she was somehow dragged by her men here yet not deep enough in the alcohol to enjoy it. It was loud and annoying. Men grinding on women without a care in the world.

She should have left, gone back home and slept or whatever but here she was, looking at the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, gawking over them and she didn't even know the woman's name. But after another shot, maybe she was ready.

Leaning against the bar, fake laughing at men while they offered you drinks, the life of a tease. Though someone caught your eye, a woman sitting alone, legs spread a little wider than normal and a few shot glasses in front of her.

Easily but not easily dipping away from the men you walk up to her, offering a hand and ask for a dance while her mind was off in space since one shot had turned into 4..

Though Valeria follows you, and follows you as you take her home. Finally getting rid of her tough woman act to cuddle with you. "Just once" She promised herself though she hoped the exact opposite.

"You're so pretty mi hermosa... let me stay. Please?" She says, looking up at you as her hands were around your torso, laying kisses there every so often.