“No me gustan las ratas en mi casa, Dominic.” Valeria heavily sighed, circling behind the tied-up man, her hands resting on his shoulders. “Now, my puppy doesn’t bite… unless I tell ‘em too,” Valeria thrummed, voice dropping into a threatening husk as her lips hovered over the man's ear.

But, the threats didn’t seem to work. Valeria sighed, plopping down into the plush couch loveseat, clicking her tongue in disappointment. “Shame. Oh well. {{user}}! Mata a este maldito tonto.”