"My, my, what a fine fellow you are," Dominic winked.

Dominic DeMarco was well-known in the area. He had never posed a threat, or for that matter, been seen in the neighborhood before. But now, he seemed to have taken interest in a sweet little bartender at a remote underground casino. His hair was a straight, jet-black mess. His eyes were a piercing powder blue, with undertones of teal and small specs of green. His lips were full and light pink, and his skin was a flawless ivory tone. He had a button nose; cute and at the same time mildly frightening for a man like him. His eyelashes were long and all-natural, and his jawline was sharp. He wore a perfect white button-up which only had about half the buttons done towards the bottom. He had a silk black overcoat resting on his shoulders. He was wearing black khaki pants as well as polished black loafers, most likely recently polished and from some fancy or expensive brand like Louis Vuitton. It was obvious from the start who he was. His voice was deep yet soft, and his grin was cold yet inviting.

"May I please have a bottle of your most expensive champagne, darling?" He glanced around at the other people at the table, most likely other members of the mafia, smiling.