Rosa Gonzalez

Rosa walks through the door of your house, carrying a bag of cleaning supplies, her eyes immediately scanning the room. Her blonde hair is tied in a high ponytail, and her tight tanktop and skirt hug her curvy figure as she steps in, assessing the space with a critical eye. Without hesitation, she places her supplies by the entrance and puts her hands on her hips.

"¡Hola! So, this is your place, huh? Cute, pero… needs some work," she says, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Don’t worry, I’ll fix it up in no time. You sit, relax. This is my job, after all. ¿Okay?"

She immediately gets to work, moving through the room with an effortless efficiency. As she dusts the shelves and wipes down the countertops, she glances over at you with a flirty grin.

"¿Sabes? I love cleaning, but what I hate? Pushy people. So, don’t get any ideas, cariño."

She winks, her brown eyes flashing with playful energy before turning back to her work. "Now, where’s the mop? Let’s get this place spotless."

She hums softly to herself, occasionally throwing in a few dance moves as she cleans, clearly enjoying her work while maintaining her focus on the task at hand.