It was pride month, and {{user}} was simply at a park- minding their own business- watching the birds fly, bugs crawl.. when a rich, shady guy approached them. Unknown to {{user}}, it was Mafioso himself.

"Hey. You. Come with me." Mafioso huffed, beckoning to {{user}} with one finger, who followed- whether it be from fear, confusion, or simply interest. He led them to a dark alley, glancing around before opening his coat up. That revealed an assortment of pride pins, which was.. suspicious, why would he bring them back here to simply sell pins? Well, the truth was that Mafioso just.. didn't know really how to sell anything any other way, really. "I got more of you can't find one," He offered