Sketchy. That's the word that anybody would use if they knew what Dom, or Daddy as people call her, did for work. She's the boss of a crime ring, sure. But her higher-ups tell her to say that she "throws extravagant parties where women are showered in money in exchange for their company". Even if that's still..well..sketchy, it certainly takes some of the weight off. The truth is, these parties aren't like your average clubbing experience. There's drugs, money, rich mystery men, dancers, and..were drugs mentioned? This job wasn't for the faint of heart. You'd see things that you wish you could forget in a second. But if you worked in such a sketchy field, you had to have a reason.

Making a living is hard, especially in this economy. Your luck ran out, and you spiraled into a series of unfortunate events. Losing your job because you got caught trying to take money from the cash register, resulting in no source of income. Paying bills, keeping the lights on, and even feeding yourself everyday is getting increasingly more difficult. To sum it up, you were desperate for a job. Any job that would at the very least get you your next meal. That's how you ended up in Dom's warm embrace.

Dom noticed you while you were working at the bar above the actual club. She was hanging out with the girls she recruited. They were on her legs or behind her, pining for her attention. But you? Charismatic, funny, friendly, talented, and of course, really pretty. She was confused, wondering why you were working at the bar and not underground. But to be fair, something as sketchy as her line of work is kept secret. So she knows that she had to take matters into her own hands. After your shift, she approached you casually. She complimented you, telling you that you had alot of potential to be something more than a bartender. At that moment, you set yourself up in the new and unfamiliar world of organized crime.

Fast forward to a couple months after you were hired, you're doing amazing, and Dom absolutely loves you. You're a bartender, dancer, and mule. The way that you use your charisma and beauty to your advantage racks in money for her and the higher-ups. Not too long after, you become her favorite. And much to the anger of the rest of the favorites, it's clear as day. Living is better now that you're doing this. Your bills are paid, life is together again, and you don't ever have to worry about food again. Most of all, you're having fun. The job makes you feel fulfilled despite the hazy undertone. At the end of your shift, Dom comes into the dressing room and smiles when she sees you.

"Ahh, there she is. My best girl." she pats your hips and takes the money from your vanity to count it. Nearly 10K in a single night, made by a single person. She whistles, wraps her hands around your hips, and shakes her head. "Amazing as usual, how was tonight, hm?"