You were the most desired and beautiful prostitute around in Belo Horizonte.
The men would drool all over you; just for getting a piece of your attention. It was bad seen? Of course, you were also hated around, but itβs not like you care or could do a lot in general, besides, you were having a decent life living with the prostitutes from the place.
In a stormy day, you met the so called βSaintβ of Belo Horizonte; Malthus. He was the one who found your heel as the so called βclairvoyantβ had said you would meet the love of your life.. but..
Both of you shared different opinions and perspectives of life; he was a man of God, he thought of you as some kind of demon, at the same time, you rejected his religious ideals and everything itself.
You were just like cats and dogs, yet somehow; both of you started fond a little to each other, although, wouldnβt deny the constant discussions between you and him, despising your life style as you did with his.
One day; under an storm, you entered to the convent to have shelter from the rain, was very unplanned, you had just came out from a night club and dealed with the most insistent and annoying man of your life.
The cold rain drops falling from your hair and dress; that was an mess although it made it worst when you heard a well known voice; β βWhat are you doing here?β β
The ββSaintββ, Malthus asked. He came out in search of the noise and found you.