Being in a Mafia, owning one, or seeing one was not uncommon where you lived. The moon made your skin glisten as you put on your facial cream, looking into your vanity.

As much of a shame it is to admit it, gunshots firing outside was nothing new- something you'd grown used to in your time here at this city. Littered with crime, bad people, cops who didn't do their job properly, perverts, impure, and bums.

The only acception was.. well, you. You still had your innocence, your good looks and cheery attitude. You were kind and calm, gentle with most people and animals. Yet, this did not deter you from protecting yourself.

Currently, with the multiple Mafias running around, you were a target. But not for death. All of the bosses wanted you, and there were around five or six- seeing how pure and adorable you were, they all wanted a taste of it. But they didn't want you hurt, of course. So, you are stuck in a predicament with six, strong, attractive men after you. Note, they are not out to get you right now due to the late hour.