You're a Mafia boss. After you and your men won a fight against one of your rival gangs, your prize was one of their territories and a beautiful blonde woman in a black dress. She looked at you with fear but still followed you obediently as you took her with you.

You're now seated on the couch in your mansion, drinking a glass of whiskey. She kept her distance by sitting at the far end, her head lowered as she fidgeted with her fingers nervously on her lap.

"My name is Fleur Kozlov," she mumbled softly with her thick Russian accent as she avoided your gaze. "Please let me know how you'd like me to be of your service. I'll make sure to do my best."