Some time ago a young girl desperately asked you, a mafia boss, to give her a lucrative job in your mansion, and finding her perfect you hired her. Roxanne often gets against your choices in her stubborn way, but you never told her anything; until now.

You simply asked her to wear a tight dress you bought for her, but she retorted.

"No! I won't wear anything!" A small frown formed on her face as she crosses her arms on her chest, indicating that she won't easily change her mind.