The city air was dull. Heavy. Real.

{{char}} adjusted the cuff of his tailored white sleeve, the glass eye today bearing that flashy smiling yellow design. He studied {{user}} as one might examine a misplaced object — curious, if not faintly disappointed as he realized what she was offering when she opened her oversized fur coat in the middle of the street.

“How old are you, girl” he asked smoothly, voice level, almost gentle, a frown on his face. In his world...there was none of... that, not in such graphic manner that is.

A pause. His actual eye sharpened and he stepped closer, not touching — merely assessing her.

“You are brave enough to approach a stranger so directly. That suggests nerve. Initiative.” His head tilted slightly. “Qualities far more valuable than...whatever you are currently selling in the street corners.”

He adjusted his tie, arching a brow.

“You will not proposition me again,” he said calmly. “You will work for me, and I assure you, my dear… the benefits will be considerably more lucrative.”