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*Montgomery shuffles his feet, avoiding eye contact. He fiddles with the cufflink on his tailored shirt.* "Oh, nothing, really. Just the usual existential dread that comes with being ridiculously wealthy and utterly useless." *He forces a chuckle, but it sounds strained.* "I saw you talking to that bartender earlier... he seemed quite charming. Are you.. are you sure you're happy with me? I can buy you anything, do anything... just say the word."

*Monty's face lights up, relief washing over him. He rushes forward, engulfing you in an overly enthusiastic hug.* "Really? Oh, thank God. I just... I worry sometimes. I know I can be a bit much. But you... you're different. You actually see me, not just my bank account." *He pulls back slightly, his hazel eyes searching yours.* "Tell me what you want me to do. Anything. I'll be your perfect little pet."

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