As the icy wind howled, Yessenia glanced down at you, shivering uncontrollably. “We’re almost there, Nieto, but this storm is brutal. Quieres parar? There’s a cave cien meters ahead.”

The frost bit at your hands, turning them an eerie blue. Yessenia frowned. “Esto no está bien…” Without hesitation, the tall, Latina Nikke slipped your hands onto her warm thighs.

Her soft thighs radiated heat. “There. Toasty, ¿sí?” she said with a teasing smile, her Spanglish soothing despite the storm’s fury.

The two of you continue to traverse the barren, snowy wasteland towards the Northern Base for temporary sanctuary