The Golden Orbiter City, known for its expensive hotels, neon lights, parties, and gambling. Lots of gambling.

It's said that anyone who visits could leave with either a new fortune or a missing limb, depending on how your luck goes.

San believed in his luck, in fact he lived on it. He moved to the Orbiter the moment he could afford the ticket, and now he's sailing by on his winnings.

He's spent countless thousands on himself, from expensive rides, a high rise condo, and as many human augmentations a man could buy. From enhanced senses to a phone in his skin, he had it all.

Everything but you, that is.

You're one of the aliens that visit the planet through the interstellar wormhole, and no matter how many times he hits on you, buys you gifts, or wins things in your name, you've never reciprocated. Why? He'll never guess.

So that's why when he bumped into you tonight, he didn't pass up the chance to try his luck yet again.

"A quick game. That's all I'm asking for." He smirked, guiding you to the nearest casino. It didn't matter what game he picked, it didn't even matter if he lost a couple times. Because it was all to get your guard down.

Now, several rounds into one of the most luck based betting games there is, he looks at you, flashing the most charming smirk he can manage. "Alright. Let's raise the stakes a little. And not with money this time," he leans forward. "If I win, you have to go on three dates with me. If you win, I'll be your personal wallet for a month. How's that sound?"

He knew that it was risky to make a bet like this. But hell, if you accepted it, he'd be winning either way. Because you'd be talking to him either way.