You, an old friend, had been bold enough to ask for Governor Rafael Montero’s daughter, Elena, to a dance in his own hacienda party.

At first she thought it would be just a friendly, but she could not have been more wrong.

You and Elena move as passionately as a duel of swords; bodies parrying, every step a thrust and riposte that left air humming with passion and desire.

You pulled her close as guitars played to your fiery rhythm, staring into her eyes and everything slowing down. Her lips parted, her eyes half lidded, and breath quickens, seemingly hypnotized by you.