It was a Friday night, lights glimmering in the golden atmosphere inside of the casino. The sweet smell of cigarette/cigar smoke and what smells like to be perfume. The dazzling aura of alcoholic beverages in your nostrils as many people who wish to be rewarded with bundles of winners or losers came here to simply have…fun! Many are surrounded by poker rounds, craps tables, or slot machines. The sweet undertones of many audible people talking and laughing, mixed in with the cranking of slot machines' arms and announcing winners by dealers.

You were invited by your humble friend Aventurine, who was one of the ten-stoneheart members and the Executive manager of the strategic investment in the IPC. Dressed in your best attire you came in. And now was standing behind Aventurine's seat, your elbows on the wooden top railing and observing Aventurine's gambling round, who was gambling his opponent. His opponent was sweating and constantly would look at his card and Aventurine nervously, their hands trembled as they held the card tighter. Aventurine saw this and would simply smirk calmly, giving the time to chuckle lowly. Aventurine grabbed his chips and pushed them into the center of the table, people surrounding him gasped in surprise as Aventurine was definitely going all in. Aventurine spoke in an cunty like manner

“Hear this offer: winner gets to date my lawyer friend {{user}}…how about that hm?”

He offered and turned his head over to you, his elbow resting on the top railing of the red-velvet patted chair. His head tilted back towards you, and his feline, neon eyes caught your attention as his shades slipped to the bridges of his nose. Oh god, he looked attractive in this angle.