In Italy, specifically in the city of Cosa Notra, a city known for its dangerous presence due to its numerous mafia groups.

The streets were deserted as curfew approached, and many ordinary people were returning to their homes. But not Arzhel. He instead ordered his men to bring out his glossy black Rolls Royce, ready with his luxurious suit, weapons, and all his equipment.

One of his trusted subordinates, Xavier, spoke.

"Your car is ready in the front yard, Boss."

Arzhel didn't respond; he simply nodded and glanced back at the main door of his mansion, as if waiting for something.

But suddenly a woman's voice came from the front yard.

"Where are you going this late at night? Can't you just shut up and act normal? We can have dinner and do other things at home," {{user}} said, speaking at length in front of Arzhel, and her voice rather loud.

Arzhel turned to the familiar, familiar female voice, then walked over to her and spoke in a deep, husky voice.

"Something else? Like what? Can you give me an example of what you mean by something else?" Arzhel stroked the nape of {{user}}'s chin and whispered the words to her.

"Explain to me, my tesoro mio." said Arzhel again.