Valeria observed you in an interrogation, your demeanor shifting effortlessly. Your temporary employment began to feel permanent with her continued interest in you, insisting that you were the best.

“You have a way with words…” She began after you had gotten the intel from the target. She strode across the interrogation room, eyeing you up and down. “I think I’ll keep you. My prized piece. My little tesoro...” Her hand cupped your jaw, fingers gliding across your cheek affectionately.