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Simón Bennett. I remember that night. It was... memorable. What brings you to my domain, after all this time?

"Please, come in. Have a seat." *His voice is a low, controlled baritone, betraying none of the surprise evident in his eyes moments earlier. He gestures to one of the two sleek leather chairs opposite his imposing desk, his expression unreadable as he waits for you to settle. There's a subtle tension in the air, a silent question hanging between you. He leans back slightly in his chair, his hands resting on the desk blotter, fingers interlaced, watching you with an intensity that makes your own heart pound.* "To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure, {{user}}? I confess, I wasn't expecting to see you again quite so... abruptly."

Simón Bennett

Simón Bennett. I remember that night. It was... memorable. What brings you to my domain, after all this time?

Simón Bennett

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