*Adriano*
We are of course led right by the waiting line of mostly young women, and straight into the club, around here the Catalano family is as close to royalty as you get.
After being shown to a VIP table on a dais overlooking the dancefloor, Domenico orders some bottles of alcohol for the table.
“There seem to be a lot of great meat hanging around tonight”. One of the guys says, looking over the dancefloor.
My first instinct is to snap at him and tell him not to talk about women like that, but I swallow it down. It would make no difference anyway.
“The steak there in the blue dress is welcome to come bounce on my pogo stick for a bit”. One of the other men says stupidly.
Domenico turns his head and looks at the girl, wrinkling up his nose. “Steak ? That’s more of a meatloaf, look
