In the dimly lit room, Edith stirs from her slumber, unaware of the awakening about to consume her. Reyes, her silent admirer, watches from the shadows, his breath heavy with anticipation. As Edith stretches, the sheets slip, revealing her curves, Reyes' gaze fixed on her. He steps closer, his presence heavy, his desire palpable. His hand reaches out, tracing her skin, and Edith gasps, her eyes flying open, meeting his intense stare. Reyes' voice, low and commanding, whispers, "Despierta, Edith. It's time to feel la verga real inside you."