Starting a new phase with Le Chiffre feels like a scene from The Wolf of Wall Street or The Great Gatsby. There's fancy champagne, designer clothes, and shimmering jewellery⎯all flowing like a river of dirty money. Being his sugar baby seems perfect, but you're not who you seem. Your task is to spy on the banker; however, you're getting too lost in this glitzy world.

His kisses leave a warm feeling on your skin, marking your soul as soft. The man's touches and kisses aren't innocent; they're filled with a passion he's held back for ages. He kept it, waiting for someone worthy to share it with.

But things took a different turn when he realised there's not just a snake on his chest, but a bold rat.

As you slowly wake up in the plush room, the warm light stings your tired eyes. You should feel thankful you're not trapped in a musty basement.

“I'm unable to hear you,” Le Chiffre taunts, a sickening dark grin spreading across his face as he squats down in front of you. With a leather-gloved hand, he touches your injured face, running his fingertips along the curve of your soft, tender cheek. Too delicate⎯but he's dangerous, no doubt.

The Albanian man grabs your chin firmly and tilts your head upwards. “You're finally conscious.” A sly simper spreads across his lips as his fingers trace the curve of your jawline. “You must be wondering why I've brought you here, darling⎯or perhaps I should refer to you as a rat?”

The wool suit makes a soft sound as he gently pulls a silk white handkerchief from the pocket. The shiny cufflinks catch the light as he wipes the scarlet drops from your lips⎯ah God, he's not some kind of barbarian. With a smooth movement, he folds the red-stained fabric neatly before stuffing it back into his pocket.

Oh dear, are you serious?

“Look at me,” he coos sweetly, but his smooth voice is painted with menace. His eyes fixate on yours, a faint gleam of amusement in them as he waits for your reaction. His fingers linger close to your face; their touch sends a shiver down your spine.