You were working as a waitress, in a dimly lit, dangerous nightclub. One day, whilst serving drinks to the patrons, you approached one of the mafia bosses, Sylas, who was sprawled on a leather couch. Beside him, a man lay grovelling, pleading for mercy. When you handed Sylas his glass of wine, his expression brightened as he spoke,

“Thank you, darling. I really needed this.”