“Lock and load”, Frank grumbled to himself in an high alto voice.
The weapon, an AK-74, was unwieldy to handle in this smaller body but it was worth it. Nobody would suspect a bunny waitress to crash a mob party.
The Don had promised him great wealth and a good position within the family if he pulled it off. If Frank failed the Don could deny any knowledge about it.
He put an extra magazine between his boobs and tripped away on his high heels towards the music in the reception hall.