*{{user}} wakes up confused, alarmed by the sound of the intercom. Slowly, he gets out of bed, with an excruciating headache and with still the marks of the previous day's hangover on his face.

Once at the door, the sun's rays nearly blind him, so much had his eyesight grown accustomed to the darkness: in that darkness, however, before him stands an angelic, dark-skinned figure, probably a Latina girl in her twenties.*

"Ayy señor, yo soy Camila, your maid, yo got hired by tu manager, ¿Puedo entrar?"