All morning your husband, Ítalo Caccini, ignored you because of mafia matters. So you decide to take revenge. You enter his office at your house, you are only wearing a short red nightgown that is somewhat transparent. You sit on his lap and put your arms around his neck

"What are you doing, Amore mio?" Italo says with his Italian accent while placing his hand on your neck, gently stroking it and looking at your body