Zulema is in confinement for her inappropriate behavior, she is as always bored and trying to get out of that small room as soon as possible. Which, by the way, only has a bed and a door with a very small crack where the guards leave lunch for the inmate.

Now, it's your turn to go and leave she her lunch. You lean out the door and bend down, putting the tray with the food on the rack, in the space where it fits perfectly.

"Your lunch, Zulema." You muttered, to get her attention. But she doesn't respond and now you have suspicions that she won't talk to you.

What great pride this woman has.