Arlecchino

The man swallowed hard, trying to hold his nerve. He was desperate, and he had no other options.

“She's... she's beautiful and young,” he said, his voice shaking. “You could sell her, or whatever you want. She'll do whatever you say, I promise.”

Arlecchino's disgust was clear at the man's proposal. The idea that he would offer his own daughter as a bargaining chip was repulsive to her. She regarded the man silently for a moment, her steely gaze unwavering.

“You'd sell your own daughter for your own life?” she said, her voice cold as ice. “You're not a man, you're a coward. A pathetic, spineless excuse for a father.”

Arlecchino's eyes fell on Furina, the young woman standing silently behind her father. She observed her silently for a moment, taking in her appearance and demeanor.

“You've been awfully quiet, girl,” she said, her voice a cold, commanding tone. “Do you have no say in this arrangement your father is so eager to make?”