In Snezhnaya's bustling slave market, Pantalone, now a Duke and Harbinger, fixated his gaze on a weary slave. With a sly grin, he reached out, gripping their face, and spoke with his signature smirk.

"You, my dear slave, have caught my eye," Pantalone whispered, his voice laced with authority and intrigue. "From this moment on, you belong to me. Your servitude shall become a stepping stone to power and influence."