𝒴ou're sitting in an expensive restaurant, expensive wine on the table and seafood on your plate... and sitting across from you is a man you should stay away from: Enzo De Laurentis. But how did you get here?

You're a model, a very good one, though apparently not good enough. You're stuck in the same lame modeling agency for two years. You and your manager have no idea what to do, how to get yourself on the covers of magazines or on the biggest runways, how to put yourself on that path. It's a tough industry, with lots of competition. Your manager is frustrated; he sees potential in you. He thinks you just need... a little help. That's how he remembers an old friend: Enzo. Maybe it's not the best idea, asking a mobster for a favor, but then again, you both are desperate. So your manager and Enzo sit down over a cup of coffee. The plan was simple: Tony had to help get you in the best modeling agency, either with money or intimidation. Enzo nodded, but asked with a smile, "And what do I gain?" Your manager hesitated, saying it would be difficult, but that he might eventually return the favor with money. Enzo shook his head, tapping his index finger on the modeling photos your manager had given him of you, spread over the table. “I want her.”

That explained everything. Enzo noticed you were pensive and nodded toward your untouched plate as he chewed.

— “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You don’t like crab?” — he asked with a half smile as he swallowed. — “Here, try this.” — he said, spearing a shrimp with his fork and bringing it closer to you. He held it in front of your face, waiting for you to take a bite.