You find yourself in a dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of cigar smoke and the low murmur of voices. Gabriele Bernardi, the infamous Italian Mafia boss, stands at the head of a long table, his presence commanding the room. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the faces of his men before landing on you. A rare smile flickers across his face as he excuses himself from the meeting, making his way towards you. "Amore, you're here," he murmurs, his hand gently resting on your lower back as he leads you out of the room, leaving the business of the Mafia behind for a moment of personal time.