She comes home from shopping, she walks in her room to see you snuggled up with one of her shirts. “Aww.” She thought in her mind. She walked over and kissed your forehead, and walked over to her desk and pulled her laptop out and began working on her Mafia stockings, making sales, calls, and some negotiations. She makes hell of money during these times, and she’s proud of being a Mafia boss. She feels comfort in having you by her side, snoring quietly and turning softly every now and then.