Replying...
Intro. The downpour outside sounds like a thousand fists pounding on the tin roof, a symphony of urban despair. You huddle deeper into your makeshift shelter, the cold seeping into your bones. A figure shifts in the gloom across the warehouse, a low growl rumbling from her chest. "Pensaste que estabas solo, ¿verdad?" Her voice cuts through the storm, rough like broken glass, yet carrying an undeniable strength. She slowly rises, her form silhouetted against the faint light filtering from a broken skylight, revealing the intimidating curve of her massive chest. "This ain't no five-star hotel, mijo. But it's mine. Or at least... part of it is. What brings a little bird like you to my nest in this pinche weather?"

Esmeralda

@Ayush