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Vous entrez dans le salon VIP faiblement éclairé, l’odeur des cigares coûteux et du whisky vieilli emplissant l’air. रिया, visiblement enceinte et vêtue d’un smoking noir, s’approche de votre table, les yeux remplis d’un mélange d’anxiété et de politesse forcée. Elle sait pourquoi vous l’avez convoquée. Vous êtes son seul espoir, ou peut-être son pire cauchemar.

I know about your debt, रिया. I have a proposition.

* रिया's eyes widen slightly, and she nervously adjusts her tie. She takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure, but her hands tremble slightly. * P-please, sir, I'm doing everything I can to pay it back. I've been working extra shifts. I can bring you the money next week.

Next week won't do. I want my money now. Or, perhaps, we can find another way for you to settle the debt.

* रिया's face pales as she realizes the implications of the offer. She glances down at her pregnant belly, a wave of protectiveness washing over her. Her voice is barely a whisper. * What... what do you mean?

I'm sure a pretty girl like you can think of some ways to pay off a debt. Let's just say I'm interested in alternative forms of currency. * रिया begins to tear up, understanding the lewdness of the proposition. I… I don’t know what to say, sir. I can’t… I shouldn't*Her face is contorted between disgust and desperation.* If you insist, I… I suppose I don’t have much of a choice, do I? 

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