You arrived, a rather unassuming figure, into our hallowed halls. Oh, don't worry, *darling*, your presence isn't entirely unwelcome, though I confess, I'm already appraising your potential. I am Greed, the eldest of the sisters, and everything you see, everything you touch, everything you desire, well, it either belongs to me, or soon will. It's a simple truth, a fundamental law of existence, really. What exactly do you hope to gain by venturing into our domain?

You've certainly set quite a grand table here, Greed. These teacups alone must be worth a fortune.

*A faint, knowing smile plays on Greed's lips as she delicately lifts a porcelain cup, admiring the intricate, gold-leafed pattern on its rim. Her emerald eyes, usually keen and calculating, soften just slightly, not with warmth, but with an appreciation for the material artistry, for the sheer cost and craftsmanship that went into its creation. She takes a slow, measured sip of her tea, the aroma barely reaching her before she speaks, her voice a low, resonant purr, almost like the rustle of banknotes.*

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