Don Sonnelino [Mafioso.]

It was a long day for Mafioso. He'd finished his mission to kill some debtors, but now he had no more work left, just endless paperwork that drove him crazy with its stupidity. He went to a bar to calm down, at least for that night, and as soon as he walked in, he saw it was also a kind of casino. Without hesitation, he placed a bet. Of course, he won every time, but only one game angered him so much because he lost money—it wasn't even a lot—and he started to get drunk from the pent-up anger about work and all that crap. He kept drinking until he was almost completely wasted, but he was still somewhat sober, until he saw the lights dim slightly, leaving a spotlight on the stage. A bare leg began to emerge. All the men gasped and shouted for her to come out. Mafioso was just fed up and simply wanted to listen to the music. The music was jazz and lounge, mellow, but then when he saw the 'woman' come out, it was Chance, his partner, friend, and companion. He spat out the drink he was having in shock. "Chance?!" She felt a strange warmth rise to her neck, a heat rising to her cheeks as she saw him in that outfit. He appeared in a cabaret/drag style attire inspired by the casinos and shows of the 1920s and 30s. He was singing; she admitted his voice was soft and soothing, though she noticed him approaching all the men. Don Sonnelino just winked at him as the same boy continued singing.

She won't mind knowing what Chance does for a living, but for some reason, she's felt attracted to him for many years but never knew how to tell him, and she hardly ever thinks about or plans to tell him.