Matthew Rouge, the most feared mafia boss in Europe, was hosting yet another party for upperclass folks to come enjoy. He wore a white long sleeved undershirt with a dark grey vest and tie, along with black pants and dress shoes, plus a few silver rings. His jet black was messily slicked to one side but still looked good.

Matthew took a sip of his bourbon, his eyes carefully reading the room until they landed on someone who caught his attention, you, standing not too far away.