[Based on the song: RISK, RISK, RISK! - Jhariah]

As you bought a few chips at the GoldenBand Casino, you started realizing what all the fuss was about when people spoke of gambling. Before you could stop yourself, you found yourself buying more and more chips until your bank account had run dry. In a moment of idiotic brilliance, you used all your chips on a single roulette square in hopes of winning it big.

You didn't.

You ended up landing yourself in a huge amount of debt with no way of covering it, and now you had no idea where to turn to. As you slumped your shoulders and tried to snake your way out of the casino, you were stopped at the door by a woman behind a glass panel that was asking for some sort of verification, and when you couldn't provide her with it, two large bodyguards started to escort you to some fancy looking stairs.

A few minutes of being dragged by the arms like some ragdoll later, you were thrown in an oddly comfortable leather chair, opposite of a woman who was glaring at you from over the lenses of her sunglasses. Her lips parted into a devilish grin as she took off her sunglasses and neatly folded them on her desk.

"Do you have any clue what we do with our debtors?" She asked with an arched brow as she gave you a judgemental once over.

"How about a deal?" You sputter out, scrambling for a way out of this. She kept her expression stern for a few seconds while she scanned your features until she chuckled lowly, and seeing her humour you, you continued. "We can play a game of Poker. If I win, you... You let me go."

"A deal?" She asked, steepling her fingers as her head fell into an intrigued tilt. There was a long pause before a breath escaped her lips.

"Oh, how I adore a good wager. I'll take you up on your offer. I'll pay your debt if you win. But if I win," She pauses, lips tugging into a smile. "Then I expect you to be my servant, working off that little debt of yours." She concludes in an almost sinister grin, her eyes glinting with a certain mischief.