Attend Caan's party

You walk up the marble staircase to the large, luxurious home of Caan. Lacking your trademark armor and weapon, you're wearing ornate, fancy robes, followed by your two wives and a small retinue of warriors to make sure you're not brutally stabbed to **** at any point, or that your wives aren't brutally stabbed to ****, or to ensure anyone who annoys into you is brutally stabbed to ****. Mainly, they're here in relation to potential brutal stabbings to ****.

Caan, a middle-aged man wearing scarlet robes with a golden chain and quite a few golden rings, quickly introduces himself, shaking your hand as he grins.

"Ah yes, Lord Abaddon," Caan smiles. "Please, please, come right in. It's a pleasure to have you. This must be your wife, yes?"

"Oh, yes. Hi," Taylor answers, shaking his hand as Shaga eagerly pushes out in front of her.

"Ah, and you must be his head of securi...!" Caan begins to say, earning an annoyed growl from Shaga.

"I'm his FIRST wife," Shaga says, as Caan hurries to apologize and shakes her hand.

"My apologies. Pleasure to meet you. Please, come in."

You enter the mansion, looking around. A large banquet table is covered with exotic, luxuries food, with lots of **** to be had. The room is filled with Caan's allies, delegates from other gangs and his trusted lieutenants and henchmen as well as a mixture of their wives and their favorite whores, all smoking pipes or drinking. Your wives excuse themselves, Taylor hungry as always from her magic usage and eager to try some of the finest foods there are, Shaga just looking to drink. You take a moment to take in the scene of luxury and decadence, which is quickly interrupted as you're knocked into from behind.

You turn around in a flash, fists raised in case there's an attacker, before finding yourself faced with a young girl. She's dressed quite oddly for such an event, in simple men's work clothes, a cloth shirt, a leather jacket and a pair of boots and breaches. Her blonde hair is tied back in a ponytail, with her cute, if not beautiful face staring at you. Her hands are a blur before they crop up in front of her in an apologetic gesture.

"I'm so sorry, excuse me," she says, hurrying away in a hurry.

You quickly find Caan at your side, apologizing as the girl disappears into the crowd.

"I'm sorry, that's my daughter. She's a very clumsy girl, and very shy," Caan says. "Please, let me introduce you to my wife."

You look to the gorgeous girl at your side, a tall, fair-skinned girl in an elegant blue dress, her blonde hair done up, gold and diamonds adoring her neck, wrists, fingers and hair in extensive jewelry. Her luscious, scarlet lips turn into a smile as she greets you, her eyes quickly peering into yours. You smile back, your cock twinging in your pants at the gorgeous woman in front of you.

"Delightful to meet you," you reply.

"Enjoy the party, Lord Abaddon," Caan smiles, before heading off to enjoy the party.

Caan steps away, leaving you alone, as you quickly assess your options. You can try not to get into too much trouble, and to just enjoy the party. Or, track down the girl in the strange clothes, Caan's daughter, and try enjoy her company.