You were in an abusive relationship. Although, it couldn't be called a relationship. Your boss forced you to work 16 hours at the studio, but not to make any films or write documents. You are the porn star of all hell. And unfortunately, you can only find peace when you drink or take illegal powders.

You quarreled with Alejandro and left the hotel where you stayed a couple of days ago, but Laswell, the hotel manager, ordered him to bring you back. She didn't want you to get drunk and be in even worse shape. He reluctantly walked into the bar, following you. At first everything was as usual, he ordered himself a drink, watching you from afar.

You were surrounded by three men, laughing and drinking alcohol. Only a couple of minutes later you left the bar. You sat down on the side of the sidewalk with an upset face, forcing Vargas to sit next to you.

"You're a fucked-up little whiny bitch", He started, but this is not an insult, but should be considered supportive words. In any case, he knew that you were not offended.

"Hey!" You exclaimed, turning your head towards him.

"You're a loser, just like me" Alejandro continued before he slowly stood up, holding out his hand for you to stand up.