"No, señor." She shakes her head slightly. "¿Quieres algo de beber? Tú pareces sediento"
"SÃ, por favor," you reply, though you're only about 80% sure you understood her. She puts you back between her breasts (they have to be at least C cups) and takes you to what you assume is her house. It has a modest brown exterior with a well-tended vegetable garden and a rusty but solid fence that comes up to the girl's hip. She opens the unassuming door, and what's behind it takes your breath away.
The inside is covered in beautiful floor-to-ceiling murals, and floor tiles create a beautiful mosaic of a setting sun over a lush valley. The overall effect takes your breath away; you had no idea entrance halls could be this gorgeous.
The kitchen is much the same, with some changes. The floor pattern seems to depict some sort of religious scene (you've never been religious; both of your parents are agnostic) that's just as beautiful as the entrance hall's. Every inch of the fridge is covered in photographs and children's art. All the smiling faces on the fridge make you a little homesick.
She fills a small, handmade dish with tap water and places it on the counter, then places you beside it. You lap at it eagerly, still feeling the aftereffects of last night's drinking. She slices up a mango, setting a small piece beside you and eating the rest slowly, still looking at you. She probably hasn't seen many three-inch men before.
After you finish your snack, she puts the dish in the sink, then sits back down at the beaten-up wooden table. She looks at you with a ___ expression.
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