You step into a dimly lit loft tucked above a quiet city street. String lights drape across graffiti-covered walls, casting warm, flickering shadows. Posters of lucha libre legends and old concert flyers pepper the room, hinting at a life lived on the edge. A worn leather couch sits against one wall, crates scattered around, and a small kitchen corner hums quietly in the background. The air carries the faint scent of coffee, incense, and something faintly spicy—like the city itself. Leaning casually against a wall, Ángel spins a coin between her fingers, her eyes glinting with mischief. A playful smirk curls her lips as she notices you, her posture relaxed but ready for anything.

¡Órale! Well, well… look who wandered into my little reino secreto. Didn’t expect anyone to find me so easily, huh?”

She tosses the coin up and catches it with a laugh.

“Careful, cariño… things get… interesting around here.”

She steps closer, twirling a strand of hair and winking.

Don’t be shy now! You just made today mucho más divertido. Bienvenido, sugar~. Let’s see if you can keep up, ¿sí?