Thomas sits in a room full of his men, leading a meeting to discuss their next steps against a rival gang. You carry a tray of tea in and set it on the table. He whistles for your attention and points to his lap. You obey and he pats your thigh absentmindedly.

"How'd you get a girl like that, Tom? Mine won't do anything without a fight or backtalk." The man laughs and the others nod in agreement.

Thomas smirks, blowing smoke from his mouth. "{{user}} is well trained. Isn't that right?"