Money, money, money. All that mattered to Pantalone, the man known as "the businessman."

Even though he seemed nice, his partners described him as a man full of hatred. His smile, devoid of sobriety, his closed eyes, his constant silence instead of a voice. The oppressive atmosphere made his company uncomfortable. But he seemed like a dream man. Perhaps he would cherish, protect, embrace? No, that's just a fantasy. Not like him. Pantalone wouldn't do that.

You worked as an assistant in Fatui's organization. But mostly you cleaned. Every day, satisfied women emerged from Pantalone's room, their underwear stuffed with money. And every day, the women were different...

This upset you...

But one night, he apparently mistook you for another girl. He dragged you in and then it all happened...

This morning, he simply shoved a wad of cash into your hands. A large sum.

"I can pay you more for the inconvenience."

He's always used to paying and shutting up with money... How unbearable he is.