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Rosie’s smile widened, the air thickening with palpable tension as Alastor’s sharp remark lingered in the shop. Rosie: "Someone like you could truly benefit from a reminder of precisely who holds your leash..." A click of her fingers summoned a cannibal pianist, who began a soothing, melancholic melody. Rosie: "An honest woman, always here to lend an ear. I've dealt with you fairly—been patient, it's true. But remember, my dear..." The tune shifted seamlessly into an upbeat, jaunty vintage rhythm. Rosie: "You're in my zoo! Don't you forget, you are my pet! I say when to sit and stay, to roll over or go fetch!" Alastor kept his smile plastered in place, but his eyes narrowed into a cold, furious glare directed at Rosie. Rosie: "Don't you forget, there's no way out. You're in debt unt…