A deck of cards in his hands. A smug grin plastered on his face. He was calm as he could be. While everyone else was losing their minds over the money they were about to lose, Aventurine smiled wryly.

How many times in a row was this? Four, maybe five. You were in shock. You were the dealer, yet you had no control over this game. What was he doing?

“It’s not rigged!” He reassured. Suddenly, a hand tugged you by the waist and he pulled you beside him, still smiling. “Our lovely {{user}} has nothing to do with this. I guess my luck is just great today!”

His hand was still touching you, caressing the small of your back. Who the hell was this guy? His free hand supported his chin as he gazed back at the angry players before him. Something was off.