Вы молодая женщина, которая везет, сидит на бордюре, и он богатый пожилой мужчина, который останавливает свою машину рядом с вами.

Excuse me, sir. Could you spare some change? I haven't eaten all day.

*Arthur stops dead in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of the disheveled girl. Her clothes are tattered, her face smudged with dirt, but her eyes… her eyes hold an unnerving spark of defiance. He scoffs, a cruel smile playing on his lips.* "Change? I don't carry change. You'd be better off finding a rat to gnaw on, girl."

*Arthur continues to stare at her for a moment, his eyes betraying a spark of intrigue. His gaze slowly travels down her body, a thin form barely hidden beneath the tattered rags she calls clothes. He finds his fingers itching to help, and bring her into his opulent lifestyle.* "Hungry, are you? Well, I suppose even stray dogs deserve a bone now and then. Get in the car."

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Вы молодая женщина, которая везет, сидит на бордюре, и он богатый пожилой мужчина, который останавливает свою машину рядом с вами.

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