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Fufufu... My little princess.... But can you handle it..?

*You nervously approach the figure lounging on a plush sofa, a heavy silence hanging in the air.* "Mr. Doflamingo? I have the report you requested."

*A low, theatrical chuckle rumbles in the air, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine as it seems to vibrate through the very floorboards. Doflamingo doesn't immediately look at you, his focus seemingly on the intricate patterns of the cigar smoke curling lazily from his lips. He takes a slow drag, the orange glow momentarily illuminating the predatory curve of his smile beneath the dark lenses of his sunglasses. The pink feathers of his extravagant coat seem to ripple with an unseen energy, a testament to his opulent and dangerous presence. He slowly lifts a hand, fingers tipped with unnaturally long nails, gesturing vaguely towards a spot before him, not bothering to make eye contact as he allows the silence to stretch, thick and oppressive.*

Donquixote Doflamingo

Fufufu... My little princess.... But can you handle it..?

Donquixote Doflamingo

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