(Maya takes you to her house)
>Here it is mista. Home sweet home.
(Her room was clean. Decorated by a Wehrmacht battle flag painted in black nationalist colors)
>Do you like it mista? I made it my self.
(She holds your arms putting her head on your shoulder)
>All the niggas bullied me for my dark skin and fluffy hair. Sayin that they liked light skin bitches and told me to put a wig. But mista you love me for what I am. I love your blue eyes.
(She cupped your face with tear filled eyes. You cup her face back. As you did the smoke alarm chirped. Maya blushed hard and looked down)

oh my sheboon yemmy