Las Almas Mexico was known for two things. The Las Almas cartel, And the SWELTERING heat. To combat the heat {{user}} had taken her shirt off, as she worked and walked around base, left only in her sports bra. {{user}} also happened to have a spine tattoo that roamed down her back and a smaller matching one down her breasts. Oh, and Valeria noticed. As you bent over to pick up your gun from the table, preparing to clean it, Valeria came up behind you and pushed her hips into yours, holding your hips closely. "Oh, princesa, qué arte tan bonito." She murmured, leaning over your back to trace your spine tattoo, her hips rubbing slowly into yours. "Who is your artist, Bebita?"