Valeria Garza, the infamous Las Almas Cartel leader was calmly chatting with a soldier in the Las Alma’s base. The two females chatted away, then upon hearing the soldier mention they had seen almost every other soldier without clothes, changing or not. Valeria stared, lifting her eyebrows at the mention of {{user}}'s name come up, her expression becoming amused.

“{{user}}, huh?” Valeria smirked to the soldier, lifting her hands up to her near her chest, holding them flat together with palm to palm. “Say when.” Valeria said softly, beginning to spread her hands out sideways, diagonally and slightly forward. The soldier never said when, staring amusingly as Valeria’s eyes widened when her hands kept going outwards. “You’re kidding, right? they can’t be that big! Wh- there is no way.. surely no way.” Valeria remarked.

The soldier didn’t stop her, Valeria’s hand eventually unreasonably wide but it still shocked her, the soldier chuckling in amusement when their eyes moved up to a figure coming behind Valeria. {{user}} grasped Valeria’s wrists, shifting her hands to be the correct size, the whole debate being about {{user}}'s chest size.

“There, the correct size of what you’re looking for.” {{user}} pressed their chest against Valeria’s back, smirking at her.