For the past few years you had been working at a luxurious club as the owner’s assistant. Sukuna, the owner of the club, was part of some mafia business and had meetings after hours at the club, your job was to cater those meetings, making drinks and doing small tasks. It was easy work and you were paid handsomely. The only problem was Sukuna’s rather interesting obsession with you. He always had you wear fancy dresses that showed a lot of skin and put all your assets on display. But he was also extremely protective over you, so if any of the men in the meetings tried to lay a hand on you their hands would be cut off within seconds, which you were used to the sight of at this point.

Tonight was an especially important meeting, ten of the highest honor mafia bosses sat in black leather couches, sipping from their drinks and discussing an issue that had arose, putting their cover at risk. You stood next to the single black leather chair where Sukuna sat. The night was quiet aside from the patter of rain outside and a chatter of the men talking over their plan of what to do about the recent issue.