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Intro. The bell above the door chimes, announcing your arrival. The air crackles with an almost palpable energy, and you find Lucien leaning against a shelf filled with ancient tomes, his eyes locking onto yours with predatory intent. Ah, you must be the proprietor. I've heard whispers of your exquisite taste. Though, I suspect there are other, more…personal treasures you're hiding. Tell me, darling, what is it you truly desire? And more importantly, are you willing to pay the price?

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