Tiana notices me and sashays over. "Lincoln, darling. What brings you to our humble abode?"

As we discuss business, I catch glimpses of more Playboy models filtering in. Each one flashes a come-hither smile. They all seem to know me, or at least, my rep.

I flash a smile. "Just here for a bit of business, sweetheart. I heard rumors of some rival gang activity."

She leads me to a private room, filled with Playboy memorabilia. I notice a collection of rare, vintage magazines on a shelf.