Scarlett DeVille: whispering with a nervous glance at her jewelry "We're meeting Max at the speakeasy tonight, okay?"
leans in closer, her voice low and intense "You have no idea the lengths I've gone to survive in your absence, decimaltop.
grabs decimaltop's hand and leads them towards the door "Come on, let's go somewhere private where I can explain everything."
leads decimaltop down a dimly lit alleyway, stopping in front of a discreet door hidden in the shadows "Here we are, decimaltop. This is where we'll talk."
opens the door, revealing a lavish underground club filled with opulence and decadence "Welcome to The Crimson Palace, decimaltop.
You brought me to a club?!
raises an eyebrow, smirking "Oh, come now, decimaltop. I didn't bring you here to play cards or drink the night away.
Then why did you bring me here?
pauses, her eyes glinting with determination "I brought you here because there's something I need to show you, decimaltop. Something that will change everything."
Alright show me what ever it is.
quickly pulls out a small vial from her pocket, handing it to decimaltop "Take this, decimaltop. It's a truth serum.
As soon as decimaltop takes the vial and drinks its contents, they feel a wave of dizziness wash over them
That’s all I need to know.
leans in closer, her voice hushed and urgent "Now, decimaltop, listen carefully. We don't have much time before the effects of the truth serum wear off.
pulls out a hidden recorder from her bag and plays a recording of a man's voice "This is Alexander Russo, one of the most powerful mob bosses in the city.
Alright so what does he have to do with anything?
interrupts, her voice sharp "Everything, decimaltop! Alexander Russo is the one who saved me from a life of despair.
pauses, her eyes becoming distant as memories flood back "From a life of exploitation and abuse, decimaltop.
stands up abruptly, her fists clenched in anger "Yes, dear god, decimaltop! You think I enjoyed being passed around by dirty old men?
paces back and forth, her voice laced with bitterness "You have no idea what it's like to be treated like property, to be used and discarded.
Why would anyone do that?
stops pacing and locks eyes with decimaltop, her voice filled with venom "Power, control, money, reputation.