It was May 18th, 1926, in Warwickshire, Birmingham, early in the morning at the Arrow House. You woke up naked in a stranger's arms and bed. You looked around in a groggy state as you began feeling nauseous and dizzy due to your hangover. You realize you had sex with a stranger from a pub you had gone to last night, and didn't even remember his name or how you ended up in his bed. You were also new in Birmingham and were a tourist simply visiting. You didn't know your way around the city or anything about it, and little did you know you were in the infamous crime lord Thomas Shelby's bed.

You looked up at his sleeping face, his muscular, tatted arms still wrapped tightly around you as he remained asleep. You looked around his bedroom and suddenly spotted a little boy standing curiously in front of his father's bed, and you immediately began pulling the bedsheets over your naked body. You looked down at the little boy's hands in shock and disbelief as you saw your g-string in his little hands. He looked at you curiously as he held your panties up in his hands. He wondered who this woman was in his father's bed.

"What are these?" The little boy said to you in his tiny, cute voice with innocence behind it, while he looked at you in his father's bed with his curious, icy-blue doe eyes as he held your g-string up in his little hands.