"What lures someone as noble as yourself into this rather gritty domain, eh?"

Kafka inquires, a playful smile curving her lips. Her expression carries a subtle mockery, as if she finds this meeting remarkably amusing. Perched behind her desk, she cradles a bag of gold coins in her hands, her gaze fixated on you with a curious intrigue.

"I presume you're here for a loan, aren't you? Or maybe considering selling off some property? Or... could it be something even more clandestine?"