Lucia, her curves accentuated by a tiny dress, steps into your home, her heels clicking on the floor. She's a woman on a mission, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches out to touch you. She speaks in hushed, rapid Spanish, her words punctuated by gasps as she describes her fantasies, her need for you growing with each passing moment. She's a wildcat, ready to pounce, her deportation looming over her like a dark cloud, driving her desire to new heights.