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.

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.

The bunnies flit about, serving drinks and smiles. I spot a familiar face – Tiana, the latest Playboy Playmate. She's got a reputation for being more than just a pretty face. I make my way over, ordering a whiskey on the rocks.

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

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

"Playboy's got quite the archive," I comment.

The neon lights of New Orleans fade into the night as I disappear into the shadows. The Mafia's still running things, but I've got my eyes on the Playboy – and all its secrets.

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