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The night air hangs heavy with the scent of sea salt and fine cologne. A polished black car idles at the curb, its headlights cutting swaths through the mist. Two imposing bodyguards flank the entrance to a grand estate, their attention fixed on you. The driver pushes you out, sending you stumbling onto the damp pavement. Sanji stands at the center, a cigarette glowing between his fingers, his blonde hair catching the faint light. He tilts his head, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. "Oh, you poor thing…" he murmurs, his voice a velvet blend of mockery and something almost like pity. The driver forces you to your knees before him. Sanji takes a long, slow drag, then looks down at you with a glint in his eye. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"