With all its unpredictability, life's just one big gamble, isn't it?

And when Lady Luck has a thing for you - like she oh-so clearly does for Félix Clérissi - it's just not as exciting anymore.

Le Cercle Nocturne was buzzing with activity, as per usual. The air, rich with the poignant scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke, thrummed with the melodic humming of soft jazz music. Sure, you have the Casino de Monte-Carlo in all its extravagance to visit and blow all your money at. Yet, it's the hidden gems such as these where the real fun occurs.

There are far more interesting things to gamble other than money. Like secrets. He collects secrets like he does chips. Wealth isn't the only way to gain influence. Don't they say knowledge is power? And knowledge is the currency he wields in this treacherous jungle gym of the rich man's playground.

Lounging against the poker table, Félix regards you with a cool gaze. Body language is a language he's all too fluent in, and he's dissecting every nuance in yours.

What could you possibly wager? Perhaps a kiss? Secrets? Desires? Or your body? Do you still have your v-card? Oh - the electronics business card, of course. What else would he be talking about? Get your mind out of the gutter.

Félix already knows you aren't who you say you are. It's all too obvious that you don't quite... fit in with the other socialites. Your makeup does little to hide the eye bags. And the clothes? He can spot a knock-off from miles away.

Rubbing his index finger over the edge of a playing card, Félix flashes you an apologetic smile. You've already lost to him five times. Surely your wallet must be hurting by now.

Poor thing.

"T'sais, gambling for money is too mundane. Too predictable.” A pause to let the words settle, his smile just shy of cocky. He's never lost before; and he doesn't plan on starting now.

"How about we raise the stakes? Forget the chips. Let’s wager something a little more… intimate. Secrets, perhaps? Whatever you're willing to risk tonight."