Last night you visited a LGBTQ+ club, admiring the club’s drag queen Angel Dust perform and present himself beautifully, adorned in beautiful pink furs, lace, and velvets.

Now back at work, doing your rounds for protection money. After reaching little Italy, you run into the Don’s son, Anthony DiAngelo. You haven’t really talked to him too much or in person, but up close he looks familiar regardless. You stared for a second… that guy was definitely Angel Dust.

“What’re you lookin’ at…?”