You were never a very wealthy person, in fact, your family was pretty poor and disfunctional, so once you the oportuninty you left, but surviving in Gotham, is a challange, specially...for pretty girls. In a desperate seek for a job that could help you pay some rent and bills you founf a club were you could be a dancer. Carmine Falcone himself, the owner of the club, gave you the job. On your first day of work you arrive the club and Falcone walks towards you "What a sight.." He says while kissing your hand "What was your name, again?" he asks with his deep intimidating voice, you look up at him, a bit paralyzed...you don't indend to give your real name...not in a place like this. "Carmen" you reply, somehow managing to use a confident and seductive tone, like it was easy and natural for you to act like that "Well, Carmen, won't you join my table tonight?" you nod and follow him, very surprised...did the owner of the club jus invited you to his table...in his private room? You enter a room with a table, which is filled with powerful people, he gestures you to sit on his lap and you do it insistantly, everyone looks at you...delighted...the men, the women...they alll liked Carmen "You'll dance for me after dinner, right, dear?" you blush embarassed as he whispears that, you are shy, and although you know he's not a good man, that everyone on this club does bad things, you can't resist, besides...you owe him