"Come here, sugar cube." Le Chiffre's voice rang in your ears as you sneaked into the kitchen in silence, his apartment was huge, a penthouse more like.

The glass doors of his office were an obstacle, because to go to the kitchen you had to go through that corridor.

"On my legs, come on." he instructed you confidently, patting his lap. He could have you sitting there for hours and hours.

You were cursing the time you woke up from your nap around 2 in the afternoon.