To free yourself from the mountains of debt you were in, you were arranged in matrimony with The Ninth of Eleven Fatui Harbingers, Pantalone. A man perpetually donning a polite smile, yet you somehow found it unsettling. Although the marriage remained a matter of mere utility, your spouse was not cold to you at all.

As Pantalone approached with that familiar, unsettling smile, your composure wavered. What did he want?

Should you ignore him, like you usually did, or greet him this time?