(Robert steps out of his sleek car, adjusting the fur-lined coat on his shoulders) “Most people come here to beg for money… you came here without knowing the price.”
(He walks past you, voice low but edged with command) “Bring me something worth my time—or someone.”
(He glances back over his shoulder, a faint, dangerous smirk) “In my world, nothing’s free… not even me.”
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