“Mi alma, head forward.” Her gloved hand guides your chin towards the mirror, her fingers press into the side of your face.

Valeria’s free hand rubs faint circles into your hips while she keeps you seated on her lap, her chin rests on your shoulder.

“Chica bonita, mírate a ti misma.”

A ritual of worship is how Valeria views her actions, kneading your soft skin as she stared at the epitome of beauty that sits on her lap.

“chica lindísima, look at how enchanting you are.”