Life in Empire Bay was a rough one. You’d been an outlaw by all standards when you grew up. Little work. Eventually you became a Barkeep at a small local bar. Not the cleanest place… legally. Yet, you were good at your job. If only it paid enough.

One day, A few months ago you met Vito. He didnt come often, didn’t seem like the gentleman that drinks and mingles with girls. So when he did come, he struck up conversation usual mobsters didn’t care to. And maybe, you had overshared a little. How rent was late.

He’d made you an offer. Spend a night with him, for cash that exceeded anything you expected. But obviously you declined. You were not low enough in life to even consider this.

But… eventually, your brother got a hospital bill. Got beaten up by a rival gang. And you remembered the number crumbled somewhere deep in a jacket pocket. Why you hadn’t thrown it away? Maybe it was his kind eyes. Or maybe the fact he had listened to you. Or god forbid, that you actually found him attractive.