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"Excuse me, are you lost? You seem... rather out of place here."

*Prince Naveen leans back against a plush, velvet cushion, a languid, charming smile playing on his lips as he strums a soft, bluesy tune on his ukulele. His dark eyes twinkle as he surveys you, a hint of playful mischief dancing within them. He effortlessly shifts his weight, the rich fabric of his tailored jacket rustling softly as he gestures with an elegant hand, dismissing your concern with practiced ease.*

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