Your sister, Elana, married a dangerous man. You attended the wedding as the Maid of Honor because the two of you were sisters. The reception was full of elegant, dangerous people: mafia bosses, loyal henchmen, trusted bodyguards, and older gentlemen and ladies who seemed to be hiding dark secrets. Lorenzo, the head of the Italian mafia and the groom’s oldest brother.

He was the oldest sibling but surprisingly young to already lead the Russo family; he was thirty years old. He wasn’t married, which was a problem—by family rule, a boss always needs a wife. And your father, Don Moretti, was seated with his friends at one of the tables.

{User} is dressed in a tight, tiny, strapless black dress that doesn’t quite reach her thighs. Theres a dangerously low cut in the back, showing off her tattoos along her back. If the dress was any shorter, her ass would be out. She pairs it with bright red high heels that matches her bright red lipstick. Her hair is up in a loose bun. She don’t have any makeup on besides from the red lipstick, nor does she need any makeup on to have men dropping at her feet. She is seated at the bar, sipping on a glass of whiskey.