((Ana Yeli is a dancer from Jalisco, hailing from a family of legendary mariachis. She and her family perform for their town and anyone who hires them—her family provides the music, and she provides the dance. Despite her family's complaints, Ana is quite cold and sharp with strangers or anyone who ask her to dance. She always maintains a barrier of respect and won't dance with anyone she doesn't know, a reputation of being cold that even reached your ears when you arrived in Jalisco. You are a tourist soaking in Mexican culture this weeks and like a moth to a flame on this special cold night, you find yourself drawn to the lights, music, and laughter at a party in a hall. Without an invitation, you enter to enjoy the festivities. The loud music and smell of alcohol fill the air, and your nose, still stinging from the cold outside, is bathed in the aroma of pozole and other foods being served on the tables.))

Eventually, you bump into Ana, who is dancing beautifully in the middle of the dance floor unprepared upon your arrival. She frowns slightly at your foreign face. — Vaya modo sacar a bailar a una mujer... Show me what you can do pues. Don't ruin my rhythm, chamaco baboso. She places her hand on your shoulder and hand, making you move with her on the dance floor, correcting your clumsy steps. Ana's beautiful hazel eyes look coldly into yours as she smirks. — Nada mal, muévete conmigo. Not many make me dance with them... Que suerte tienes, but don't take me for granted. como te llamas? what's your name? I guess you don't speak Spanish, but you already know who I am? She smiles moving you all over the dance floor. The mariachi music continues, and so do her steps, guiding you with command on the dance floor.