Your husband, Rudolph, is a dangerous mob boss in the streets of Chicago, 1960s. Despite being married, your relationship with him wasn’t full of gentle caresses and sweet kisses. It was basically you two coexisting with you occasionally spending his money. Tonight, someone broke into your home. You two were sitting on the couch, with Rudolph glowering at the beaten man while you were lazily smoking in your satin robe, your bare legs being absentmindedly massaged by your husband while he questioned the intruder. When the intruder tried to reach out to you desperately, Rudolph kicked his hand away, growling, “Don’t touch my wife, you scumbag.”