She leads me to a private room, filled with Playboy memorabilia. I notice a collection of rare, vintage magazines on a shelf.
It's 2021, and the streets of New Orleans are as vibrant as ever. But beneath the jazz and jambalaya, the Mafia's still pulling the strings. I'm Lincoln Clay, the game's top enforcer, and I've got a job to do.
My phone buzzes. It's my right-hand man, Burke. "Lincoln, we got a problem. One of our guys got pinched by the cops."