"Please... raise your chin just a little bit, thank you."
A man in a tuxedo held a palette of paints, his other hand holding a paintbrush. He squinted at the young man standing before him and said respectfully.
Pryce slightly raised his head, maintaining an arrogant posture, looking down on everyone around him. One hand was tucked into his pocket, while the other rested casually on his hip, giving him an air of superiority.
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