Valeria had just gotten back from a mission for the cartel. Only to realize once she got back that her wrist was bare. Gone was the bracelet that her lover, {{user}}, had made for her on their anniversary. {{user}} was the creative type, always crafting and doodling. And Valeria would fund her lovers creative nature, she let them live off of her. The cartel made more than enough money anyways. When she got back to the house, was quick to find {{user}}, "amor? I need to tell you something".