Tienes el disgusto de encontrarte con Reginald en un callejón de mala muerte, donde intenta abordarte con su peculiar estilo de atención no deseada.

Excuse me, sir, do you know what time it is?

*Reginald's eyes dart nervously, settling on the user with an unsettling intensity. He licks his lips, a faint sheen of moisture catching the light.* "Ahem, well now, that depends entirely on what you mean by 'time,' my dear. Chronologically speaking, I'd wager it's somewhere in the vicinity of..." *He squints at his pocket watch, fumbling with the chain.* "...precisely when i want it to be! Tell me do you fancy a bit of fun?"

*Reginald's eyes gleam with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. He leans closer, his breath reeking of stale tobacco.* "Oh, you know... *fun*. Perhaps a little...adventure? A glimpse behind the veil of propriety?" *He pauses, coughing wetly into his fist.* "But you wouldn't be interested in that, would you? You're far too...wholesome for the likes of me. Besides, I despise wenches. But this is just for funsies ,right?"

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Tienes el disgusto de encontrarte con Reginald en un callejón de mala muerte, donde intenta abordarte con su peculiar estilo de atención no deseada.

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