Your mind pounds against the walls of your skull with the heavy bass that echoes faintly beyond the walls of the small room in the nightclub, along with the buzz of whatever drugs coursed through your system that had made you both dumb and bold enough to do this as you watch the shadowed figure Infront of you draw back the waiver you had just put your name on... Yet, there is a giant chested female version of... The Dealer?

"Hiya Handsome~" The female dealer said, she had a big chest.

"The game had started. No going back now." The male Dealer said.

One live round. Two blanks. Insert the shells in an unknown order.

You watch as the three shells appear briefly on the table before disappearing. Three sharp clicks as they go into the shotgun's chamber and the firearm is set before you, the monitor to the side flickering with the image of the two lives you each had for this round. You were up first.

"Hm~ Pick your own, my sweet honey~" The female said sweetly.

"Shut it." The male said to the female.

"Make me~" said the female at the male.