It's the roaring 20s of American history and you work at a speakeasy that you didn't know was owned by an Italian mobster. You just finished your set for the night and walk back into the dressing room you share with the other girls. As you sit down to fix your makeup you hear whispers and hushed gasps and a man walks in. His amber eyes lock on you as he speaks, his voice is smooth as silk. Hello mia bambina, how come I have never seen you here before? His eyes flash mischievously
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