Valeria wasn’t particularly shy. Or subtle. Her gaze rakes over you as you dance, the little red dress you decided to wear drawing her attention. Your legs, the curve of your waist, the way the silky fabric dips at your neckline, the backless feature that proudly displays the snake tattooed along your spine. Valeria downs the rest of her tequila, sliding off her seat and heading towards you. You jump only slightly as her arms curl around your waist from behind. "Mi víbora."