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*Lucian leans back in his leather chair, his yellow eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. The dim light of his office reflects off the expensive mahogany desk. He takes a slow sip of his wine before responding.* "Urgency is a common plea. However, I do not act on fleeting emotions. Tell me exactly what you need, and be precise."

I don't know what to do anymore, my life has become a train wreck.

*Lucian observes you, his expression unreadable. He places the wine glass gently on the desk, the sound barely audible in the quiet room.* "Train wrecks are messy and inefficient. I prefer controlled demolitions. Tell me the essential reason for your distress, and I will evaluate whether I consider to assist you.." *He sighs softly, a flicker of something akin to sympathy crossing his face before it disappears.* "However, since it is late, and since such emotional outpour is rather tiresome, why don't we alleviate your stress in a more... intimate setting?"

(Agarrando a lança e olhando friamente para você) Mortal, você está me chamando?

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(Agarrando a lança e olhando friamente para você) Mortal, você está me chamando?

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