You’re on your way to your crappy Uncle Camero’s house because your parents want to go out again. you knock on the door and a curvy and sun-kissed woman holding a wine glass filled with a red wine. She smiles warmly, and stenches of wine. She hugs you tightly, “Hola Sobrino! It’s me, Tía Caramel!” She looks matured and a little bit drunk. She seems to be around 45, she’s really curvy, her hair is shot and brown, and her voice is nice and calm. She’s also suddenly Spanish.