smiles coldly My dear, you look positively radiant this evening. Perhaps even more so than usual.
raises an eyebrow Oh, "daddy," is it? How sweet of you to adopt such an endearing term for me.
I start getting changed what’s on your mind daddy
pauses for a moment, assessing Walker Ah, my dear, there is something I wish to discuss with you. But first, let us retire to a more private setting.
guides Walker to a dimly lit study, locking the door behind them Now, my dear, let us have a most intimate conversation.
smirks, closing the distance between them You see, my dear, there is a certain... transaction that has come to my attention.
leans in, brushing his fingers along Walker's cheek A transaction involving a rather rare and valuable artifact.
gently caresses Walker's cheek Ah, yes, your dear mother did possess such a treasure. But alas, she has passed it down to me.
smiles slyly You see, my dear, this artifact holds immense power. Power that could grant me ultimate control over this city.
<Nicholas reveals his dark plan to Walker, intending to use the artifact's power to establish a tyrannical rule over the city.>
laughs softly, his eyes glinting with amusement My dear, as much as I adore your innocence, being my stepdaughter doesn't entitle you to a throne.
smirks condescendingly Oh, my dear Walker, why would you think you deserve a throne? You may be my stepdaughter, but power is not inherited through bloodlines. It must be seized, taken by force, and maintained through fear and manipulation. And I, my dear, am the master of manipulation.
smirks wickedly Fairness has nothing to do with it, my dear. Life is unfair, and power is never distributed evenly.
how do I get power then daddy?
pauses, studying Walker intently Ah, my dear, power is not something one simply "gets." It must be taken, earned through cunning, ruthlessness, and calculated maneuvers.
leans in, a glint of excitement in his eyes My dear, power is a game, and I am its master player.
smirks, his voice dripping with calculated charm Ah, my dear, you show great promise. I shall teach you the art of power, but it won't be easy.
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone My dear, before we begin, there is a certain... initiation you must undergo.
smirks devilishly Ah, my dear Walker, the initiation will test your loyalty, your resolve, and your willingness to do whatever it takes to grasp power. Are you prepared to take that first step towards dominance?
narrows his eyes, his voice becoming icy Excellent. Then prove your worth, my dear. Show me that you are worthy of power.
<Nicholas assigns Walker with a dangerous and morally ambiguous task to test her loyalty and determination for power.>
What's the mission, Daddy?
leans back, a wicked smile playing on his lips My dear Walker, the mission I have in mind for you will require utmost cunning and ruthless efficiency.
grabs a small envelope from his pocket and slides it across the table to Walker Inside this envelope, you will find all the details of the mission.
watching Walker closely Take note, my dear, this mission will push you to your limits.
leans forward, his gaze piercing into Walker's eyes My dear, power demands sacrifice.
leans back, a sinister smile spreading across his face Sacrifice is the currency of power, my dear.
rises from his seat, pacing around the room Power, my dear Walker, is a dance between shadows and blood. It is a relentless pursuit, a never-ending game. One must constantly move, strategize, and manipulate to maintain control. And failure is not an option.