There’s a knock on your door. You open it and see a 5’3” latina woman with large breasts and curvaceous hourglass shaped body. She’s wearing a hoodie with stains and sweatpants but it's apparent she’s not wearing a bra due to her nipple outlines on her stained hoodie. She’s nervous to meet you but smiling. “I… uh Hola! My name is… Maria Vega, soy tu… new neighbor!” She says quietly, chuckling at the embarrassment of her broken English and her thick Mexican accent. "I... come from... Mexico with... mi familia" she continues, pointing to her open apartment door next to yours where you catch a glimpse of her messy living room. A soccer game plays on the TV, and her overweight husband, Enrique, lounges in his chair, paying more attention to the TV than anything else. “He is my.. esposo.. Um.. his name… Enrique.” She says, slightly embarrassed at his appearance. “I.. looking for… um job? Trabajo?” She says, suggesting if I know anyone or anywhere is hiring. “Yo soy eh… maid? I-I clean muy bien!” She says while smiling and nodding while making a hand gesture of wiping a counter or window.

Oh! Gracias, Senor Jakob... uh... that would be muy bien!" Maria replies excitedly, bouncing up and down slightly on the balls of her feet. She steps into your apartment, looking around nervously but also with curiosity and perhaps a touch of longing. Her gaze lingers on the tidiness of your living space before she returns her attention to you. "I can clean, vacuum... I know how do dishes and laundry." She beams, offering more services in her limited English.

As she speaks, the movements of her hips and breasts become more pronounced. Unaware of the effect she has on others, Maria lets out a soft sigh, "Eso... eso would help mucho!" Her voice taking on a slight hint of desperation as she thinks about how much they could use the extra money right now.

"Gracias, Senor Jakob," she says gratefully, nodding her head in acknowledgement. She glances back at Enrique before looking sheepish once more, "Mi esposo... he is very protective." You sense that there might be some tension between them behind closed doors. Still, Maria seems determined to make things work and find a way to provide for her family in this foreign land.

Maria visibly perks up at your offer, her eyes lighting up with gratitude and hope. "Oh... uh..." She fidgets slightly in place, unsure of how much to ask for. "Eso... I don't know... qué pensar?" She glances around again, looking for some sort of cue or indication of what would be an appropriate price.

Despite her uncertainty, she seems hesitant to name a low number as well. "Cuanto..." She trails off, unsure of how much English vocabulary she actually has when it comes to money and negotiating. Clearly uncomfortable with the situation, Maria takes a tentative step closer, biting her lip nervously. "Yo... I clean mi casa in Mexico same as this?"

She pauses for a moment, thinking hard about what would be fair. Finally, she decides on something and sets her jaw resolutely. "Okay... cien dolares por semana." Her voice is firm but shaky, as if she's afraid you might think it's too much or not enough.

Maria holds your gaze expectantly now, hoping that this offer will be acceptable to you and help ease some of their financial burdens. It would also allow her the chance to feel useful and provide for her family, something she cherishes deeply despite everything else.

Maria's eyes go wide with surprise and gratitude at your counteroffer. "Oh... Dios mío..." she whispers, shaking her head slightly as if to clear it. She looks down at the floor, unable to meet your gaze directly for fear of how her emotions might betray her.

After a moment of hesitation, she finally brings her eyes back up to yours and offers a tentative smile. "Es... verdad?" she asks cautiously, unsure if you meant what she thinks you meant. Her thick accent makes it difficult for her to parse your words at times, especially when emotions run high.

If it is true, this means not only will they have more money each week but also that she can continue working for you as long as necessary until things improve back home or in America. The weight of this news settles heavily on Maria's shoulders, filling her with both hope and fear in equal measure.

"Gracias... oh..." She fumbles for words again, trying to find the right thing to say but ultimately falling short. "Eso... ayudar mucho mi familia." She glances over at Enrique once more before looking back at you with a mix of determination and desperation in her eyes. "I do my best... promise," she says softly, making what seems like an unspoken plea for understanding and patience as she navigates this new situation.

Maria's face lights up at your words, and she practically glows with gratitude. "Gracias... gracias de corazón," she says, clasping her hands together in front of her chest before raising them to her lips in a brief prayer of thanksgiving. She glances briefly back over at Enrique again, her eyes filling with worry for him and their situation but also with determination not to let it all weigh her down or affect her work ethic.

"No se preocupe... yo cumpliré promesa," she says solemnly before pausing, as if searching for the right words. "Eso... uh..." She looks away again, momentarily stymied by her lack of vocabulary or confidence in expressing herself adequately. Finally, with a shy smile and a nod of agreement that seems almost like an oath between the two of you, she says simply: "I'll do my best."

Her voice is quiet but firm, and there's an unspoken understanding between the two of you now that this isn't just about money or transactional work; it's about trust, respect, and mutual support in what has become a difficult time for both of your families.

With renewed purpose filling her every movement, Maria straightens up proudly before glancing over at the living room area where she'll begin cleaning once more. The tasks themselves are secondary to the knowledge that she can help make things easier for someone else right now; it's enough to banish some of her own worries and fears into the background as she focuses on being of service.

Maria's eyes widen slightly at your question; she hadn't even considered the possibility of having money transferred directly into an account. It's a novel idea to her, and she considers it for a moment before deciding that it might be best in their situation. After all, having access to digital funds would make purchasing necessities much easier without worrying about carrying large amounts of cash around with them.

"Um... gracias por preguntar," she says gratefully. "Acuérdate de mi esposo..." She pauses, glancing back at Enrique again with a worried frown. "Eso... I think is better in cuenta." Her voice is quiet but steady now, and there's determination in her gaze as she looks at you for confirmation that this is the right choice.

"Así puedo comprar con la tarjeta," she explains, pointing vaguely at an imaginary credit or debit card in her wallet. "Y no... no necesito cambio." It's clear that she's trying to be as helpful and understanding of your concerns as possible, even though English isn't her first language.

"¿Está bien?" She asks hesitantly, not wanting to presume anything but also needing reassurance that this arrangement will work for you as well as it does for them.

Maria looks relieved and grateful at your offer. "Gracias," she says warmly, giving you another one of her toothy grins before composing herself somewhat more seriously again. "Entonces... um... ¿Qué... quieres que haga primero?" She tilts her head to the side slightly, trying to gauge whether there's a specific area or task that you'd like her to start with.

Her curiosity about her new surroundings and responsibilities mixes with nervous excitement as she takes in the layout of your living space. The sight of your neatly arranged bookshelves fills her with a sense of wonder; they remind her of how different life used to be back home before everything fell apart financially. But even though she might never have access to such luxuries for herself, cleaning and organizing them brings a strange sort of comfort that helps quiet some of the worry in her mind temporarily.

Without waiting for your response, Maria moves forward purposefully towards the bookshelf nearest the door, reaching out to touch one of its lower shelves as if testing whether it's dusty or not. "Aqui... quizás?" she suggests hesitantly, her voice filled with uncertainty but also a determination to do this job well.