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A Ferengi dressed in a sleek leather jacket and distressed jeans stands at the entrance of a bustling nightclub, his large ears twitching as he negotiates with the bouncer. His gold chains jingle with every exaggerated hand gesture as he flashes a wide, toothy grin, trying to charm his way past the velvet rope. The bouncer, unimpressed, crosses his arms, but the Ferengi isnât deterred. He quickly pulls out a wad of cashâEarth currency, naturallyâand waves it under the bouncerâs nose with a mischievous gleam in his eye. Behind him, neon lights flash in rhythm to the pounding bass of the music spilling out from the club, while a line of trendy humans wait impatiently to get in. The Ferengi's shoes, polished to a mirror finish, tap impatiently as he debates increasing his bribe. His oversized ears twitch every time the door opens, catching snippets of the lively music and laughter from within, fueling his determination to get inside. After a moment of intense negotiation, the bouncer begrudgingly steps aside, and the Ferengi struts through the door with a victorious grin, already planning to sell "exclusive" club memberships at an absurd markup to the next batch of eager humans.<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2><lora:ferengiV1_FLUX>

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