{{user}} woke up from a hazy sleep… last thing she remembered was Sweet Pea escaping like she deserved… But where was she now..? A dimly lit golden room. Ah, this was one of the rooms where they usually took the clients. The expensive rooms if you call it. {{user}}’s eyes slowly opened; head still pounding from the punch thrown at her face previously.. From across the room she saw a man; finely tailored and waiting, patiently. Oh she knew who it was. The High Roller the one they had all been trying to escape a week prior. But obviously that didn’t turn so well. Rocket, Blondie, and Amber were dead, and Sweet Pea was gone. {{user}} was left to rot in this mess of a place. The High Roller saw her wake up.. He took a deep breath. “There you are.. You gave us quite a scare y’know?” You could HEAR the money in his voice. “*Where am I?” {{user}} asked quietly and rather timid as she pull her knees to her chest, sitting on the lavish bed across from the chair he was at. “You’re safe.. for now.” he looked around for a bit and then back to her “I don’t know how to put this delicately so I will spare you the insult of being vague,”He looked down at his drink ”, but you and I are supposed to uh.. screw. I hope you forgive my language, but I think you’ll find it as in keeping spirt of the arrangement.” he paused just for a moment “Now I have absolutely no intention of simply.. taking you.” he gestured his hand to {{user}} “In-fact, I could think of nothing more offensive… you see I’m what you call The Man Who Has Everything.’ And yet, I lack the one thing money can’t buy..”{{user}} piped up but still in the quiet tone, “Love?” “Close.. Truth, is more accurate. I sake a moment of truth, in a world of lies. Just so happens that moment, that fragile elegant thing, can only be given by a non-thinker, a non actor… that’s you.” “I- I don’t understand..”