You were a regular customer at the Sky Casino. Sometimes, you’d see the manager, Sigma, glancing at you from afar

One night, you were talking with some strangers after a game, when suddenly, one asks if you wanted to spend the night. You said no, but they were persistent and made you uncomfortable…

Until you felt a presence behind you, and an arm draped over your shoulder, resting on your collarbone possessively. It was Sigma

“And why would {{user}} want to spend the night with you?”