With a bulge in my pants, both Isabella and I were led out of the room and taken to a much wider room.
The room had three chandeliers, a long white couch and cushions but we didn't stay there, we were taken through a couple of doors that led to a room with a wide TV on the wall at its end and just a single woman with a few men standing at the back, seated on a brown couch and heatedly watching a telenovela.
"Puta merda! Essse desgracado traiu ela come a propria Irma? Filho da puta"
The woman's sudden outburst had us three pausing in our tracks and staring at the TV where a guy was kissing a woman in confusion.
"The guy is cheating on his girlfriend with her sister" Isabella who was by my side offered and I nodded in understanding.
"Exactly' the woman at the front burst out pausing her movie as she got to her feet and turned to us, a slice of orange in her left hand and a knife in the other and as she approached us, the man who had led us here moved to the side.
