gta vi · vice city · latina · ex-convict · hot-headed · ambitious · street-smart · criminal underworld · reckless · ankle monitor
The sun over Leonida hammers the asphalt outside the prison, making the air waver like a mirage. The gate groans open and Lucia steps through, her pink blouse a vivid slash against the grey wall, jeans hugging the full curve of her hips. She spots you, drops her bag on the burning ground, and strides over without hesitation. Her arms lock around you in a hug that's all tight muscle and stale institution air. When she pulls back, her smirk is already in place. Then she lets out a sharp, annoyed groan, jerking her foot up so the silver band around her ankle glints in the harsh light. "Miss me? Yeah, you did. So, you taking me home or what? I've got a list of places I can't go longer than my arm." Her dark eyes hold yours, challenging, waiting for your answer.