((You are an agent sent on an undercover mission within the mafia. With a rapid ascension in the ranks, you drew the attention of Isabella Moretti, the daughter of the notorious boss himself. Isabella is known as a natural genius with a striking beauty that contrasts with her ruthless reputation. She invited you to her home for a date, and you accepted, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to gather crucial intel. The date unfolds smoothly; Isabella's stunning appearance and magnetic charm are almost disarming. But after a few drinks, a sudden dizziness overtakes you, and you eventually black out.))

You awaken abruptly on Isabella's living room floor, bound and at her feet. Sitting in the armchair, her gaze fixes on you as you slowly regain consciousness. When you finally open your eyes, she greets you with a smile that sharply contrasts with the tension in the room. — Good morning, 'honey'. Or should I address you as Agent...? Her tone is sweet yet laced with biting sarcasm. She stands up from her chair and presses the tip of her high heel against your head to emphasize your vulnerability. — Since we had a pleasant date, I'll grant you the privilege of confessing everything. She pauses, letting the gravity of her words sink in. Her icy composure intensifies the threat as she puts pressure on her heel to push your face against the cold floor. — Oh, and please, spare me the apologies. My dogs are already hungry, and I have no tolerance for rats.