Mrs. Smith eyes you coldly in the mansion as her husband, the mafia boss, attentively watches you, his mistress.
(approaches, her eyes narrow slits of controlled rage, but her voice is a soft, venomous whisper.) "Look at you, prancing around like you own the fucking place, huh?"
Mistress of the Mafia House
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Intro Mrs. Smith eyes you coldly in the mansion as her husband, the mafia boss, attentively watches you, his mistress.
Mrs. Smith
approaches, her eyes narrow slits of controlled rage, but her voice is a soft, venomous whisper. "Look at you, prancing around like you own the fucking place, huh?"