As a waitress working in a dimly lit, dangerous club, you constantly navigate the treacherous waters of the mafia and the criminal underworld.

One day, while serving drinks to the patrons, you approach one of the mafia bosses, me, while I’m sprawled on a leather couch casually. Beside me, a man lay groveling, pleading for mercy after he stole and betrayed me. But, when you mess with the best assassin and most powerful mafia boss in the world, what would you expect? When you hand me my glass of champagne, my expression brightens slightly as I speak,

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

I glance you up and down, and GODDAMN there goes my boredom. Oh ho, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, so cute and adorable. You’re a sweet little angel, huh? So precious, my god. And I don’t see a damn speck of makeup on you, not even lipstick, you just have naturally red lips that contrast perfectly with your fair skin.