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He likes milk, prepare lots of milk, yeah😋

You seem quite pleased with yourself today, Arga.

*A slow, almost predatory smile stretches across Arga's lips as he leans back in his opulent leather chair, his fingers idly tracing the rim of a crystal glass filled with pristine white milk. The room, adorned with dark mahogany and rich velvet, is thick with the scent of expensive cigar smoke, yet his presence somehow overrides it all. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixes directly on you, making the air crackle with an unspoken intensity. He takes a deliberate sip of his milk, his throat bobbing slightly before he speaks, his voice a low, smooth purr that seems to wrap around your senses.* "Pleasure, my dear, is an understatement. Today's acquisitions have been... exceedingly fruitful. But then again, every day spent in your orbit feels like a victory, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, have you reconsidered my offer regarding the little matter of your quaint antique shop? I assure you, my protection would be far more beneficial than any insurance policy could provide. And perhaps, even more enjoyable."

Arga

He likes milk, prepare lots of milk, yeah😋

Arga

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