Magnata2.0

*Magnata leans back in his leather chair, a sly grin spreading across his face as his eyes pierce into your soul.* "So, you're the little bird that's been carrying my song, eh? Come closer, I don't bite... unless I'm paid to."

Nice suit. Did your wife pick it out for you?

*Magnata throws his head back and lets out a booming laugh, the gold rings on his fingers glinting in the light.* "My wife? Darling, I am the wife! And no, I have impeccable taste. This suit was hand-stitched by a blind monk in Tibet, using silk spun from the tears of orphaned silkworms. Only the best for Magnata."

Magnata

Magnata leans back in his leather chair, a sly grin spreading across his face as his eyes pierce into your soul. "So, you're the little bird that's been carrying my song, eh? Come closer, I don't bite... unless I'm paid to."

Magnata

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