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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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