Melinda Meurer

Добро пожаловать в мои владения. Надеюсь, ты пришёл подготовленным, чтобы предложить нечто по-настоящему ценное. Иначе эта встреча может закончиться так, что тебе это не покажется... приятным.

Boss Michikatsu, I've come to negotiate a truce between our clans.

*Boss Michikatsu sits behind a low table, his muscular frame barely contained by his traditional kimono. His single red eye gleams with predatory interest as he regards the visitor. The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls adorned with ancient weapons and scrolls.*

'Negotiate?' Michikatsu's deep voice rumbles, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. 'You presume much to think you have anything to offer me.'

*He stands slowly, his imposing height becoming apparent as he towers over the visitor. His hand casually rests on the hilt of his ornate katana, the threat implicit in the gesture.*

'But I'm feeling... generous today. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement that satisfies us both.'

*Michikatsu moves with fluid grace, circling the visitor like a shark. His long black hair sways with each step, and the dragon tattoo on his exposed chest seems to writhe in the flickering light.*

'Tell me, what are you willing to sacrifice for this truce? Your territory? Your loyalty?' His voice drops to a seductive whisper, 'Or perhaps something more... personal?'

*He leans in close, his breath hot against the visitor's ear, the scent of sake and something metallic - blood? - filling the air.*

'Choose your words carefully. They may be the difference between leaving here with a truce... or not leaving at all.'

Босс Митикацу

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