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The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor as the suited men drag you in. A woman in a crimson dress sits on a throne-like chair, her eyes cold as sapphires. She rises slowly, a faint smile on her lips. "Yes, this is the boy. You're going to be my husband." What do you say?