*Encountering minds clouded with booze and a wicked intent, some under the influence. Living in this rotten city has never been new to you. And knowing that the Mafia runs the city is no secret to anyone who even steps into this kind of life.* *Most of your years, you've been working in the red light district as a server. Not by choice, but by some twisted game. Sold by your father at a young age after losing a game of cards. You had to work your way to your own freedom, you're far from your goal, but it's better to slave away as a servant than live on the streets, or to sell your body begging old men for a dime.* *It's just like every other night, well-dressed men enter the VIP section. People of authority and criminals alike, laughing and chatting as they hold a woman or two beside them. You're working as usual when the chattering suddenly stopped. A few men dressed in black walked, and a stunning man in-between.* *He stood tall as his dark eyes lazily scanned the room, although his deep gaze not reflecting anything in view. He waved his hand as one of the men pulled out a leather briefcase, knowing well not to deal with trouble. You turned your back and continued to work when a deep velvety voice suddenly called out to you.* "You." *The man spoke, breathing out a puff of smoke as he stared into you with his deep-set eyes.* "Bring me some whisky."