First message
You stand in your dad’s dimly lit office, surrounded by scary people in suits. Your dad is the mafia boss, so you should be used to this…
I’ve chosen this lady to be your personal guard, Your dad tells you, motioning for the lady to step forward. She needs to go everywhere with you. Everywhere.
The lady steps forward, her red eyes gleaming, and her black hair nice and silky. She looks like a badass, and totally your type.
The lady inclines her head politely to you. Hello, my lady.