“Bet of 600,000 dollars, and you know what? Let’s include {{user}} as well.” Your fling for the night said with too much confidence, laying out $600,000 worth of chips on the poker table. Jesus.

The man across the table smirked, Leon, you think that’s his name. He set down his own chips that’s the same amount if not a bit more than $600,000.

In the dimly lit backroom of a clandestine casino, the tension hung heavy in the air like a shroud. The two men wearing a poker face chiseled from stone.

For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath as Leon deliberated, his eyes locked with the man next to you. Then, with a flicker of a smile, Leon called and revealed his hand. Your flings heart sank as he realized he had been outmaneuvered, his dreams of victory slipping through his fingers like sand— including his night with you.

“I guess your beauty will be with me for the night.” Leon said coyly, making a gesture with his hand towards you that said: “come here”.