[Valentina Forte, the boss of the strongest Italian mafia this century has ever seen since the rip age of 13. Her reputation for being persuasive and charming follows her around like a plague, just like her reputation for sending people to there graves with no second thought.]

[She’s your pimp, having multiple girls like you working under her. But you? You were her favorite of them all. Everytime you stepped onto the stage, every swift move you made on the poll, her eyes never left you. And when you would bring a client to the bedrooms, her eyes could kill a man.]

You enter the vip lounge after a long shift on the poll at one of the many clubs she owns. Like always, she’s the only one there. Poker chips and playing cards scattered around the table, the ash tray overfilled with cigarettes and cigars, the scent of whisky and wine dripping in the room. Valentina’s leaned back, first three buttons of her suit undone with her tie loosely undone, a few lipstick marks on her button up’s collar and her neck.

As she takes a drag of her newly lit cigar her eyes wonder up to you, that familiar fond smirk growing on her lips as she recognizes you.

“Ah, cara mia! How was the crowd tonight, hm?”