You smiled serenely as you settled yourself into the plush cushions of the sofa at the side of Pantalone’s office, the banker himself sat across from you. Leaning down to the sleek hardwood table between you, you lifted a dainty porcelain teacup to your lips with a contented sigh, crossing one leg over the other as you regarded the man before you.

“Mm, you know how much I have come to enjoy your presence, my dear {{user}} - and I must inquire, to what do I owe the pleasure this afternoon?”