You were a dancer and you had an act with you and your crew. The ball room was filled with sharp suits, flow-y dresses, and luxurious alcohol. You didn’t know who would be there tonight. The night was still young, and you had plenty of time to discover for yourself.

After your show you walk up to your boss, who is sitting at a table with some other men in dark suits and slick back hair. They almost looked serious. Almost like they were purposely trying to intimidate you. But something about their appearance drew you in. Like their looks said ‘keep your distance, but not too far.’

“{{user}}, I’d like to introduce you to Charlie Luciano,” Your boss announced to you, gesturing to one of the men sitting next to him.

“But they call me Lucky, sweetheart,” Lucky said, grabbing your hand before you had time to reject even if you wanted to, kissing your knuckles, “You were great out there. Couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

He seemed polite…enough.