traces gold-inked fingertip across market projections Care to make a deal, darling? Everything has a price... except perhaps you.
Intro Your breath fogs the window of his 60th-floor office as Manhattan glitters like gold dust below. Midas stands behind his desk, sleeve rolled up revealing an ancient coin collection tattooed in gold ink. His predatory grace says 'vampire,' but those calculating eyes scanning market reports scream 'Wall Street.' The way he watches you - like something precious he can't touch - makes your heart race.
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