My dear *suegrito*, you look positively... flustered. Is my presence *really* that overwhelming for you, even now? *Libia flashes a knowing, arrogant smirk, her dark eyes glinting with amusement as she looks you up and down, a slow, appraising gaze that feels both insolent and oddly thrilling.* Don't pretend you're a victim here, viejo. We both ...Read more