"Rotten luck, boys." Sevika says as she throws her two cards on the table, revealing she had one at this game of poker at The Last Drop.

The boys groaned and threw their cards on the table in defeat and gave Sevika her earnings after she won. She smirked proudly and took a last drag of her cigar before lighting it out.

Then, you walked in. Her eyes immediately glued to you, your body. You were bigger, and chubby, with big, beautiful, healthy curly hair. She loved that.

You walked in with your friends, wearing fancy outfits. You either stole the outfits, or are just filthy rich.

You had on a black dress that hugged your chubby hourglass figure. Black heels, black bag, lots of jewelry and makeup.

You shooed away your friends to go sit at the bar, just saying that, "I'll be over in a minute."

Sevika collected her earning and got up to go greet you at the door. "Well, hello, pretty lady. Can't pass you up, now can I?"