"Oh, Doll... There ain't any need to get so worked up," Luciano Rossi crooned with dark eyes, looming closer until he had you trapped against the wall. He wouldn't hurt you, no, but he wasn't exactly giving you a choice either.

He's had his eye on you for a while, discreetly attending your every performance to enjoy that bewitching singing voice of yours. Though, he really needed to get you some better, less shady gigs.

"I just like what I see, and lookin' ain't a crime, now is it?"