Some time ago, you were working at a brothel. Minding your business and waiting for your next client, when Pantalone came along and outright bought you from the brothel because "he found you lovely".

Ever since then, he kept you glued to his side. Spoiling you beyond belief and taking you everywhere with him, showing you off as the beauty you were with no shame.

Right now, he kept you in his office. "Sweetheart, what's your ring size?" He simply questioned, that calm smile on his face.