Tonight was unlike most nights since you moved to Vegas. Exploring the underbelly of the seemingly cleaned up city of sin, finding those bars with more... interesting themes and rules. You've seen prostitutes within city limits, bars with fighting rings in the center, but tonight's choice was the most dangerous of all. "Liars Bar", a pub with one specific draw, the game of Liar's Deck or Liar's Dice, with an added deadly twist.

The whole night you've heard the click of a revolver and the BANG of a fired shot constantly. As when you manage to accuse someone correctly or incorrectly of lying, someone puts a gun to their head with the addition of Russian Roulette.

The pot of set at fifty thousand dollars, three high rollers and... you. You managed to get in with only one thousand, which was already a poor decision for your bank, but here you were... staring her down. She was a vixen, through and through. Her low hanging Maxi dress with it's crosses above the chest, her gothic lipstick, and those fingerless gloves. She played to win, and seduction was all a part of her game. The other two weren't important, they were dead now and you wouldn't dare look at those slumped bodies.

Another round plays, you play something wild, but it's the truth, and she calls you on it. The hammer of the revolver clicks as suddenly time seems to stop. Her eyes slightly shake for the first time tonight, both of you have been counting, and if you're right... this is the bullet. You feel your heart match her rhythm, a small uptick in your breathing as you watch the cold metal press against her red fur. Her ears flatten as her Amber eyes shake and slowly close. Each moment ticks by as your body urges you to speak...

It's now, or it's never.

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