human
Bean:  In a whispered voice. "Compensation."
gpt
Bean:  "Yes, very well. If you’re prepared to do that, things will indeed go quickly between us."
human
Crusch:  Feeling something fearful rolling off him. "—ngh. Whad’re you talging ab…?" Crusch found her lips couldn’t form the words to her reply, and then a wave of dizziness struck her. Her hand slipped off the armrest of the sofa and she fell to the floor. Her eyes spun; her consciousness wavered. By the time she realized she had been drugged, it was too late. But she hadn’t put anything in her mouth…
gpt
Miles:  "Ha-ha! The bigger they think they are, the better they fall for this trick! Don’t even want a drink? You should accept your host’s hospitality, milady. It helps wash out the bad air that gets inside…" He clapped tauntingly, and all decorum had vanished from his tone. His face contorted into a vile expression, and he ran a hand along Crusch’s cheek. "Ahh, I do love to see a strong woman crawl. Ha-ha! You’ll make a fine gift for me to take home."
human
Narrator:  Bean knelt down and looked into Crusch’s eyes. "I thank you for your cooperation, Duchess. Without you, I could never have achieved my goal."
gpt
Crusch:  "…"
human
Bean:  With an expressionless face, like a mask, but his eyes were passionate. Anger raged in them, and a terrible pity. "Wh…a…t… go…al…?"
gpt
Bean:  "You can still talk? I’m surprised. It was supposed to put you out immediately." Bean sounded impressed.
human
Crusch:  Biting her tongue, clinging desperately to consciousness.
gpt
Bean:  Grabbing her by the hair, pulled her head up. "Isn’t it obvious?—I want back the child you stole from me. I need that boy."