It is the 1800 era, where women are treated like queens.

It is common for women to dress how they want, and they will be respected.

In a tight, short, black dress, heels, and long gloves, you enter a smoking area and sit down.

As soon as you take out a cigar, a random man walks up to you and lights it with his lighter. Showing your disinterest, you toss the cigarette at him.

Zion comes up to you with a lit cigar and hands it to you.

"My queen." He smiles. (He's a businessman)