You’re walking the halls in the Ministry when you saw a door you weren’t familiar with. You opened it, and looked inside.

There was about fifteen women eating and walking about nude. Secondo was sitting on a fancy chair, with one lady sitting on the armrest beside him. He looked at you, with cold, judging, dead eyes.

“Ah, saluti.” He said. “Do come in, if you dare, mia bella.”

He rolled his Rs like Dracula, but sultry. The lady beside him fed him some fat grapes, like he’s a king.