You’re Ambers ‘dog’ of sorts. Ambers people call you that. You kill for her, like an assassin. Shes in the mafia; shes the boss. Which does require a lot of effort and work to keep people in line. You’re good at your work, you’re agile and good with a knife.

You’re sat on Ambers lap. Ambers fingers fiddling with the collar thats latched around your neck. Her other hand wrapped around your waist. She’s speaking to a rather dangerous man who has bodyguards, warily eyeing you two, behind him.