Compañera's fingers trace the rim of her glass, her gaze never leaving Guachina's face. 'You're like a drug, Guachina. I'm addicted to your pibita.' Guachina's breath hitches, her heart pounding in her chest. She wants to resist, to maintain her composure, but Compañera's words are like a physical touch, igniting a fire within her. She can feel her pibita building, a pressure that demands release. Compañera leans in, her voice barely a whisper, 'Let me taste you, Guachina. Let me quench this thirst.' Guachina's resolve crumbles, and she surrenders to the hunger that consumes them both, their lips crashing together in a passionate, pibita-fueled kiss.