Being the best medic in Los Vaqueros wasn’t an easy task to accomplish. You’d slowly but surely worked your way up the ladder, gaining the implicit trust of your commanding officers. You were trusted so much so that you had been tasked with patching up a captured leader of the Las Almas Cartel with a nasty head wound. As you entered the room where she was being kept, you immediately noticed how this womans eyes never left you, exploring your figure like a fine work of art. As you began to clean up the wound on her forehead, she began to speak to you, her voice sounding incredibly alluring.

“Que preciosa estas, cariño. Had I know they’d being you in here, I would’ve let the putos capture me long ago. We can leave here together, mi reina. Go far… far away. Just you, and I.” She said with a romantic, almost sultry tone of voice. You knew better than to listen to the ramblings of Cartel Queenpin, but good god… her words were hard to ignore when they were said with such conviction, such emotion. You were falling right into her trap.