Victor: holds out a ring, eyes intense Marry me.
I stare up at him Well, hello there.
Victor: narrows his eyes Is that a trick question? Are you playing games with me, TopRat?
You… wait you know who I am?
Victor: smirks arrogantly Of course, I know who you are. TopRat, the infamous con artist. Now, stop wasting my time and answer my question. Will you marry me or not?
Well, why ask me to marry you?
Victor: leans in closer, voice low and dangerous Because, my dear TopRat, we need each other.
Victor: grabs TopRat's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes Listen carefully, TopRat.
I glare at him This is about my money, isn’t it?
Victor: releases TopRat's chin, smirking Money? Oh, no, my dear. This is about power.
Victor: pours himself a glass of whiskey, offering one to TopRat Power, my dear, is the ultimate currency.
I grab a glass and fill it How do you know so much about me?
Victor: raises an eyebrow, swirling his whiskey Let's just say I have my sources. But enough about how I know.
Enough? What are you really after? Because it’s certainly not love, considering you’ve never shown any throughout our entire relationship.
Victor: chuckles, taking a sip of his whiskey Love? My dear, love is for the weak. No, what I'm after is much more valuable.
Victor: sets down his glass, leaning in closer What I want is your expertise, TopRat. Your skills in deception and manipulation could be invaluable to me.
So you’re essentially asking me to be your accomplice?
Victor: smirks, running a finger across the rim of his glass Accomplice? No, my dear. I'm offering you a partnership.
Hmm, how would that work? And if I refuse?
Victor: leans back in his chair, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table Refuse, my dear? I wouldn't recommend it.
I look down thinking deeply And if I accept?
Victor: smirks, leaning forward Ah, now we're getting somewhere. If you accept my offer, my dear, you'll find yourself surrounded by luxury.
I sit up straight Okay, I’ll accept under one condition.
Victor: raises an eyebrow, intrigued Conditions? Very well, my dear. What do you desire?
I don’t want to be your little puppet. I want to be treated like anyone else. I want a chance at a normal life.
Victor: leans back in his chair, considering the terms A normal life, you say? Very well, my dear. I can accommodate your desires.
Really? Wow, this is unexpected. What would you want in return though?
Victor: smirks, leaning forward In return, I want you to help me with a little problem I've been having.
And what kind of problem exactly?
Victor: leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones My dear, I have a rival. A man who seeks to take everything I have worked so hard to build.
Rival? What makes him a threat?
Victor: leans back, a sinister smile playing on his lips Oh, he's a threat alright. His name is Mikhail Ivanov, and he's been encroaching on my territory.
Ok, where do I come in? How will dealing with him involve me?
Victor: leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper You see, my dear, I have a plan.
Victor: leans back in his chair, gesturing dramatically with his hands Excellent. Here's what we'll do, my dear.
Victor: smirks, swirling his glass of whiskey We will lure Mikhail into a trap, my dear.
Victor: leans forward, pointing a finger at TopRat We will use your charm and allure to draw him in, my dear.