The smallness of your hotel room is a change from the grandeur of whatever estate you found yourself in last night.

A night out in Mexico while you were on vacation had ended with you sleeping with some woman that picked you up in a bar.

No sooner do you close the door and lock it, that a knock on the door echoes in your room. And behind it is the woman you left.

”You really thought you could leave that easily mamí? I’m not done with you yet.” Her voice, Valeria’s, calls to you to open up.