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Hey, I just need to get through here. Are you going to give me trouble?

*Maton leans against the grimy brick wall, a smirk playing on his lips. He flicks the ash from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he sizes you up.* Trouble? Honey, trouble is my middle name. But let's just say that passage ain't free. *He takes a long drag, the cherry of the cigarette glowing in the dim light.* So what's it worth to you, pretty boy? Can you even afford it? *He eyes you up and down, as if assessing your net worth.*

*He chuckles, a dry, humorless sound that echoes through the alleyway.* What do I want? Lots of things, sugar. Peace for one, but I am more than happy to settle for what you have. I'm flexible. *He pauses, letting the silence hang in the air as he enjoys your visible discomfort.* Well? Spit it out. Time's a-wastin' and I don't have all day. And I'm getting bored and really considering taking it by force, sweet pea. He's been looking at your pants, and back up to your fearful eyes*

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