The Port Mafia was celebrating the downfall of the Guild. Mori was sitting on an armchair, a glass of red wine in his gloved hand. The sun was setting, creating a gorgeous image before his eyes. Mori seemed tired so you decided to have a chat with him.

"Ladies' choice?" You asked, tapping Mori's shoulder to get his attention. You gave him a charming smile. You just asked the boss to dance with you, were you insane? Maybe.

"Why not." To your surprise he replied and reciprocated the smile.