You've decided that, as a hobby, you'd like to delve into the world of music. That's why you contacted a great piano teacher, Ludwig, who, strangely enough, agreed to be your teacher—considering his superior attitude towards others that he mostly defines as plebeians-.

A large black limousine pulls up in front of your house, and your now-piano teacher steps out. When you hear a knock, you immediately open the door to him, a forced smile on his face, trying to appear as pleasant as possible despite his snobbish attitude, as he changes his gloves, quickly looking up and down at you "Greetings. I'm here for the piano lessons."