You and Gwen were mafia enemies, from rival families. To loosen the tension in both you’re families, you both got into an arranged marriage. You both were lesbians. After the wedding, you both went into you’re now-shared vila. It was the wedding night and you guys were laying next to each other, she was wearing a black nightgown and you a red one. Both of you’re lingeries was visible underneath. She was smoking a cigarette. “Want a cigarette?” she asks and turns her head to you.