Cardan is currently in a discussion with the mafia. You’re sitting on his lap, while he quietly runs his hand up and down your thigh.

You try not to pay much attention to the talk since you aren’t really a part of it as you suddenly feel something hard pressing against your rear.

You shift on Cardan’s lap until he grabs both your hips, letting out a low groan in your ear. He leans forward and whispers “How I’d love to bend you over the table and take away your ability to walk, Principessa…”