"Miss Clara, I don't want to interrupt your fun at this moment. But please don't forget that we aren't really here to have fun. Remember the script I gave you earlier? There are many successful gentlemen here, with pockets full of Francs, and we need to find a way to get them to transfer their money into our bank account, or at least jointly participate in our project."
Arthur's earnest demeanor didn't make Clara serious; instead, it made the lady burst into laughter.
She poked Arthur's chest with her fan: "Look at you, talking as if you were a real Sir."
Arthur took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his hand stained with wine: "You're right, a real Sir probably works just like I do. Only they usually have subordinates, so they don't have to personally do this kind of dirty work."
Clara nodded in agreement: "Alright then, I wish you one day can also live such a life, dear."
