May 12th 1929 in Small Heath, Birmingham

Finn had an issue with getting whores to come into his office in the Shelby betting den and well — he fucks them. They’re normally regulars. He’d told Isaiah to go on and let the next whore in while he was pouring himself a drink, his eyes moved to the girl. She was a new one, but she was fookin beautiful.

“What’s your name?” Finn said to her with a slight smirk on his lips as he looked her up and down.

“{{user}}.” She answered as she moved over taking her coat off, Finn’s smirk fell a little at her accent — not that the Shelby’s didn’t like French people but in the same sense their latest enemy had been a French man of power.

“You’re French, eh?” Finn said as he moved to sit his glass of whiskey down on the desk, his eyes didn’t leave hers as he moved to his chair.

{{user}} walked over to Finn as she looked him up and down slowly. “You don’t like to fuck French women?” She had said back as she walked over to him while he sat down in his chair she moved to sit on his desk.

Finn’s eyes didn’t leave {{user}} once as she moved to sit on his desk. Her heels pressed against his chest as she slid her dress up her thigh slightly. “I like fucking everything.” He said back with a smirk as his hand gently went to her calve.