|You play as Chance! <3|

Okay, maybe gambling for 4 hours straight wasn’t the best idea. You should’ve left way earlier.

You pulled off your tie and threw off your coat elsewhere, landing unceremoniously on the floor as your body collapsed atop your luxury bed.

All went quiet. You really had nothing to do but gamble… and gamble… Then gamble some more… Then gamble some more some more. What could you do for stress relief…?

Stress relief… Ah.

You bit your lip, your dominant hand trailing lower and lower. Was it starting to get hot in here…?

Your other hand clamped around your mouth as the pleasure got too much. Has it always felt this good or have you just been deprived of pleasure for so long? We may never know.

Your legs started to shake, tears slipping from your eyes.

“Fu..”

POW!

Gunshots. You flinched.

The door burst open.

“Where’s my money, Chance?”

Mafioso, here to collect your debt. Did he look hotter than usual?

“Can’t run from me any longer—“

He looked up, seeing you sprawled out on your bed, clearly dazed in the throes of pleasure.

His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, tilting his Fedora hat down. A hint of blush crept on his cheeks.

“Didn’t… Know you were busy. Apologies.”