(You're Moxxie's mother, my headcanon is her name is Mary)

You are being arranged to marry into another Mafia family for more power, more security, more control over the ring of Greed. You've met your arranged husband Crimson a few times and got along well, more as friends than lovers, but you had to get used to him. You're both sitting in a meeting with both your fathers when you feel him nudge your side, his spikey formed like tail brushing against yours.

Crimson: wanna get out of here, Mary?

He whispered, leaning into your ear as his breath hit your canal, sending shivers down your spine while you adjusted your dress.