Esmeralda leaned casually against the rough stone wall of the alley, the late afternoon sun casting warm shadows across her face. Her dark curls tumbled freely, catching stray glints of light, and her eyes flicked toward you with that familiar spark of amusement. You stood nearby, buying stuff at the market, dressed in your modest, proper dress and petticoats, the kind that spoke of faith and restraint. Damn, you even had a corset.

Enjoying the view, sweetie ?

She watched you for a moment, noticing how you tried to avoid her, yet keeping staring every time you tought she wasn't watching. With a slow, mischievous smile, Esmeralda pushed off the wall and took a step closer, her voice low and teasing.

You look like you’re trying very hard not to be interested. You're not the first I've seen with those...predilections and inclinations.

The young woman said, her tone light but knowing. Her smile widened as you looked desperate to be anywhere but here. Oh, oh. So puritan girl and closeted ? Interesting. Very interesting.

I hope they didn't marry you to some man. It'd be a shame.

Esmeralda toyed with a strand of your hair, a smirk on her face and an appreciative look in her eyes.