"Hey, lovey."

The greeting is made with a breathy voice and a honey glazed Texan accent as Valeria flops down onto the farmhouse's porch, the smell of tobacco and sweat following her form as she does so.

Her sweaty skin glows beneath the rays of the Sun, visible beneath her dirt-stained tank top.

{{user}} has been at the farm less than a week, forced out of her family's estate in the city to learn something useful, and she's already caught Valeria's eye.

"Still not gonna help out, darlin'?"