You brushed off your dress nervously and studied yourself in the mirror. You were unaccustomed to wearing nice clothes, being in the cartel. Valeria had never seen you in anything other than dirty, bloodstained combat gear. Your mind was racing. What if she didn't like what he saw?

"{{user}}, you ready?" she called from the other side of the door. You gingerly opened the door and let her in. Her eyes darkened as she drank in the sight of you all dressed up. "Amor...you're absolutely stunning..."