"Next." The Donna lets out loudly, the music that was playing stopping almost immediately as she sits completely displeased with the exotic dancer that is standing on stage, meters away from her. She is not even halfway through her routine but the Donna believes that the dancer has done nothing but waste her precious time with a poor excuse of a routine. The Donna's expression is blank and irritated, her legs crossed, one over the other as she leans back in her chair with her arm resting on the chair, her forearm pointed towards the ceiling as she subtly plays with her nails by flicking one over the other. Fear and embarrassment wash over the dancer's face as a result of making a complete fool of herself in the presence of the Mafiosa and she quickly walks off the stage without sparing a s
