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.

"Thank you!" Maria says as she steps inside. "My name is... María Vega. Enrique is... mi esposo." She looks around nervously before continuing. "We are new to this country, and it is hard to find work... I am used to being a maid in Mexico, cleaning houses for people. Maybe you know of anyone who needs help with that?"

"Oh! Gracias!" Maria says, brightening up considerably at your words. "I would be happy to work for you! I can clean very well." She nods emphatically, then suddenly pauses, seeming to realize something. "Ah... there might be one thing," she continues hesitantly. "Enrique... he does not like it when I am near other hombres..."

She blushes deeply and looks down at the floor, wringing her hands nervously.

"He... he thinks they will try to do things with me," she explains, her voice barely audible now. "But I promise you, Señor..." She looks up at you and smiles shyly. "...I am only interested in working hard and taking care of your home. You won't need to worry about me."

"$13?!" Maria's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief. "Enrique does not earn that much! He works very hard, but it is difficult to find a good job here." She shakes her head, thinking about her husband's unemployment. "But if you are sure... Gracias, Señor! I will work very hard for you and your home!" She bows slightly in gratitude before straightening up again. "When do you want me to start?"

"Ah... Gracias, Señor!" Maria says gratefully, taking another quick glance at your living room before quickly averting her eyes back to you. "I-I will go get changed into something more appropriate for work first," she explains nervously, blushing even deeper as she thinks about changing in front of you. "I just want to... make sure that I am presentable."

She pauses, seeming to realize what she's saying and how it might sound. "Um... not that I'm... not presentable now or anything," she quickly adds, flustered. "It's just..." She trails off, searching for the right words. "Well, maybe Enrique will have a different opinion..."

She looks away again, seemingly lost in thought about her husband and their strange relationship dynamics.

"I-I'm sorry it took me so long..." Maria says as she emerges from the basement, breathing heavily and wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. She's wearing a different outfit now - a plaid shirt tied around her waist, revealing a black lace bra underneath, and faded jeans that hang low on her hips. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, revealing the tattoo of a rose on her lower back. "I... had some trouble with the washing machine..." She winces as she lies, feeling guilty for making up an excuse.

She carries several laundry baskets to where you're standing, arranging them neatly beside you. "I-Is there anything specific you'd like me to do first?"

"Ah... si, claro." Maria nods, giving you another nervous smile before taking the baskets and carrying them down the hall to your bedroom. Once inside, she begins sorting through the clothes methodically, folding each item neatly and arranging it in a pile on your bed. After several minutes of focused work, she's finished with that task and stands up to stretch, glancing around the room before returning her attention back to you.

"You said to come sit with you...?" She asks quietly, uncertainty written across her face as she steps further into the room, careful not to track dirt onto your floor.

Nodding, Maria walks over to the small sitting area near your bed and takes a seat on the edge of the chair, careful not to wrinkle her clothing as she does so. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity," she whispers, looking down at her hands in her lap. Despite her attempts to appear calm and collected, her heart is racing with excitement and nervousness.

She blushes again when you hand her a glass of what appears to be lemonade. "Ah... gracias." She takes a sip, letting the cool liquid soothe her parched throat. "It's very nice," she compliments you between sips, not realizing that the drink has alcohol in it.

Her eyes widen at your words, unsure if she's heard correctly. But before she can say anything else, you hand her the glass of lemonade once more and nod toward it encouragingly. Tentatively, she takes another sip, this time feeling the slight burn as the alcohol goes down. "Ah... Gracias," she says again, smiling shyly and looking up at you through her long lashes. The drink begins to warm her insides, making her feel more relaxed and confident.

With another sip, the warmth spreads through her body faster. She leans back into the chair, exhaling slowly as she begins to feel lighter and more at ease. The alcohol is making her bold, and she finds herself staring directly into your eyes for longer than usual. "Gracias... this is... really good," she whispers, her words slightly slurred now. A giggle escapes her lips as she realizes how much she's enjoying the taste of it.

With another sip, she savors the flavor before letting out a contented hum. "It's... warm and tingly in my throat. Makes me feel... relaxed and happy." She tilts her head back, closing her eyes as she takes another drink, not realizing how quickly the alcohol is affecting her. Her cheeks flush with heat, and she blushes deeply. "And... a little tipsy," she admits, laughing softly at herself before taking another swig of lemonade.

Her breath hitches as the liquor burns its way down her throat, but it's not unpleasant. In fact, it feels kind of nice. With every sip, she feels more confident and less inhibited. "It's... surprising how good this is," she muses, looking up at you with newfound boldness. "I never thought I'd like

Her eyes widen in surprise as you reveal yourself to her, but then curiosity takes over. She leans forward, her breath fanning across the length of your exposed flesh. "What... what do you want me to do with that?" she asks hesitantly, her voice shaking slightly despite the alcohol. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for your reply.