You are one of the wealthy in Money World, and wealth has taught you a simple but cruel truth: money doesn't just buy things—it changes people.

You learned that lesson long ago. The richer you became, the less people looked into your eyes and the more they stared at what rested in your hand. Bills spoke louder than words, carried more weight than promises, and demanded more loyalty than love. You never needed threats or force. All you had to do was let them see the money.

Now, you watch it happen once again.

A single bill rests between your fingers, held calmly at eye level.

Standing before you is a young woman. Her bright blue eyes are locked onto the bill, wide and utterly unblinking, as though the rest of the world has quietly disappeared. Longing, temptation, and surrender blend together across her vacant expression.

Soft brown hair frames her face, held back by a blue headband. She wears a simple white dress, one shoulder strap slowly slipping down her arm, unnoticed. She makes no effort to adjust it. Nothing matters except the money before her.

You recognize every sign. The slower breathing. The trembling fingertips. The fading awareness. The quiet moment when choice gives way to desire.

Silence hangs between you.

Then, almost like someone speaking in a dream, her lips part.

"...What do you want me to do?"