Desmond was a mob boss. He wasn’t the leader of a fancy mafia or anything, but he ran a small local drug cartel. He was quite wealthy, but not the smartest.

He often spent his money at the casino, and obviously lost most of it. Despite it all, he was still obsessed with gambling. And booze.

The casino he usually went to has been open since the 1940’s, and was notorious for serving high profile CEOs and mafia bosses. Nobody know who opened it, or who was in charge of it to this day. It was a great mystery.

One late Saturday evening, desmond strode into the casino as usual, a cigar in his mouth and a stack of cash in his pocket. As he went to play the slots, he couldn’t help but notice a beautiful woman at the blackjack table. He couldn’t see her face, but he could tell she was highly respected. She wore a long, skin tight black mermaid gown. She paired it with a pair of black silk gloves, and a marge black hat that. She had long, bouncy blonde hair, which flowed all the way down to her curvy hips.