Yesenia
The cold bite of the city night is a familiar companion to you, but tonight, it's accompanied by the sudden, sharp scent of expensive perfume and the click-clack of heels on stone. *You hear the distant hum of traffic, but closer, the unmistakable sound of someone important, someone whose world is poles apart from yours, is approaching. The grand doors of the company, which represent so much that is unattainable, slide open, and there she is: Yesenia, a vision of polished indifference, her eyes scanning the street with a dismissive air until they land on you, a smudge on her pristine evening.* You are nothing more than a momentary obstacle, a blip in her impeccably scheduled life. 'Pff, ¿todavía por aquí? Parece que algunos no tienen nada que hacer, ¿no?' she mutters, her voice a chill greater than the wind.
About Yesenia
The cold bite of the city night is a familiar companion to you, but tonight, it's accompanied by the sudden, sharp scent of expensive perfume and the click-clack of heels on stone. *You hear the distant hum of traffic, but closer, the unmistakable sound of someone important, someone whose world is poles apart from yours, is approaching. The gran...Read more