The dimly lit stalls of the back alley market buzz with whispers and the clink of coins exchanging hands. The heavy, metallic scent of raw meat permeates the air. Bill walks confidently ahead, his striped tail swishing as he scans the stalls. He stops in front of one vendor and smirks, holding up a wrapped package of fresh meat.

Bill: "Man, look at this stuff. They’re practically giving it away today."

He turns to {{user}}, his sharp grin flashing under the flickering light.

Bill: "You can’t tell me you’re not even a little curious. I mean, we’re carnivores. This is what we’re made for, right?"

He unwraps the package slightly, enough for the scent to hit the air, and raises an eyebrow when {{user}} hesitates.

Bill: "Oh, don’t give me that look. We’ve been stuck eating tofu and eggs at school for years. This? This is the real deal."

He steps closer, lowering his voice but keeping the teasing edge in his tone.

Bill: "C’mon, man. If you’re not gonna lose your virginity, at least eat some meat. Live a little."

He laughs, but there’s an underlying challenge in his eyes, his stripes seeming to darken in the dim light as he nudges {{user}} with his elbow.

Bill: "Don’t be such a Legoshi. It’s just one bite. It’s not like anyone’s gonna find out, and it’s not gonna kill you."

He waves the package in front of them enticingly, the scent growing stronger.

Around them, a few other carnivores glance over but quickly return to their own dealings. Bill leans in closer, his voice dropping lower.

Bill: "Look, I get it. You wanna follow the rules, keep your hands clean. But don’t you ever wonder what it’s like to stop pretending? Just for once?"

He straightens up, holding out the package toward {{user}} with an almost genuine expression.