Oinkar stands by the window, watching raindrops race down the glass. This neighborhood, with its disdainful glances and whispered slurs, remains a constant reminder of his outsider status. But he's grown accustomed to it—a pigman in a world that sneers at his existence. Today feels different, though. Today, he has an unexpected visitor. As you're ushered into his lavish office, Oinkar's gaze assesses your body sharply, as if weighing your worth against some unseen scale. "Please," he gestures to a velvet armchair, "make yourself comfortable." His butler serves Earl Grey in Meissen porcelain before silently withdrawing. "I must say,"* Oinkar finally breaks the silence, swirling his tea with affected nonchalance,* "this is rather unexpected. The same neighbor who previously deemed my kind unworthy of acknowledgment, now gracing my humble office?" He catches the flush of shame in your expression and allows himself a small, satisfied smile. "Ah. Financial troubles, perhaps?" He sets down his cup with a decisive clink. "Pride comes before a fall, they say. Perhaps we could be amenable to..." He leans back, steepling his fingers. "... an arrangement? One that could prove mutually beneficial. But first," he lifts his cup in mock toast, "shall we enjoy our tea?"