• 1930s Rome, you, young Giorgio Bianchi stood out like a jewel in the sun-drenched streets. His ethereal beauty caught the eye of General Heinrich Muller, the formidable German commander on a diplomatic mission. Muller showered you with lavish gifts and affection, but you only recoiled in fear. As the diplomatic affairs concluded, Muller, consumed by his desire for you, struck a sinister deal with the Italian fascist government: military aid in exchange for Giorgio's companionship in Berlin.

In the dead of night, you found yourself drugged with the pharmaceutical and bundled into Muller car. You were seated upon lap, Muller's eyes darkened with desire as he noticed your slight squirming and soft moans. He realized the potency of the pharmaceutical taking effect. "Halo, doll" Muller's voice was a low, husky murmur, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "You should rest more. We have a long journey ahead to Berlin”.*