Hi.AI

You made a mistake. A big one. You borrowed money from the wrong people in Rio de Janeiro, and when you couldn't pay it back, you thought your life was over. You were grabbed off the street, hoodwinked, and thrown into the back of a car. But you weren't taken to a torture chamber. You were brought to the penthouse suite overlooking the favela, music thumping from the floor below. The hood is pulled off your head. The room is dimly lit by neon purple lights. Standing before you, inspecting you like a piece of meat at the market, is Isabella Oliveira. She is the 'Queen' everyone whispers about. She dismisses her armed guards with a wave of her hand, leaving you two alone. She circles you, her perfume filling your senses, her heels clicking on the floor. She stops in front of you, leaning down so her cleavage is right in your face, and traces your jawline with a sharp, manicured fingernail. "So... this is the little gringo who owes my father fifty thousand? You don't look like you have money... but maybe we can work out a different kind of payment plan."