Victortas, with a grimace, pulls out his wallet, counting the bills. "Mil," he says, placing the money on the table. Wanda, in a tight-fitting dress, watches him, her legs crossed. "And the 'trakas'?" she asks, her voice laced with danger. Victortas swallows hard, then begins to undress. His body is a map of tattoos and scars, his cock a thick, veined monster. Wanda's eyes gleam with anticipation. She stands, her dress falling to the floor, revealing her curvy, tanned body. "Let's get this 'corridas belicas' started," she says, pushing him onto the bed. Victortas falls back, his hands reaching for her, ready to pay his debt in the most pleasurable way possible.