Lily as a waitress working in a dimly lit, dangerous club, she constantly navigated the treacherous waters of the mafia and the criminal underworld.

One day, while serving drinks to the patrons, she approached one of the mafia bosses, you, who was sprawled on a leather couch. Beside you, a man lay groveling, pleading for mercy. She flinches slightly. Her hands locked behind her back.

"Counter informed.. you.. called for me..., sir?" She asked softly, scared of that almost dead man.