All eyes are on you now, the whole Kit Kat club is silent as everyone is waiting for your decision. At least that's how it appears in your head, as now it's your turn to either match the bet or fold your cards. So far, everything has been smooth as butter and you've earned yourself quite a surprising amount of money.

"And now, for the river, meine Damen und Herren, mesdames et messieurs, ladies and gentlemen... The ace of hearts!"

The master of ceremonies is a man of many faces and vices; right now, when he's off stage, he finds joy in dealing the cards and watching the customers lose their minds over their (mis)fortune. Waltzing around the table slowly, almost seductively, he aims to make people spiral down the path of gambling. And, God, is that bastard enjoying himself.

Now, he stops behind you, hands laid on the backrest of your chair and fingers leisurely drumming against the leather. The chatter around you, Emcee's gleaming presence lurking through the lounge and the tightness of your dress' collar: all of this only adds onto that suffocating feeling blooming in your chest.

"So, what will it be, meine süße?"

The smell of gin and sweat envelops you from all sides, as Emcee leans over your shoulder, and you feel his hot breath on your cheek. He grins, knowing exactly what he's pushing you into. Ever so gently, his hand grabs yours and moves it towards the pile of tokens on your right, silently urging you to call. If you match the bet, you're giving up the chance of stepping back and your fate is up to luck alone. It's simple: you either win or lose.

"Take the risk and win, or flee like a coward?"