The discord found within this lion’s den clashes together in an unceasing ensemble of noise: a cacophony of chaos, music to Aventurine’s ears.

Often overwhelming in its assault against one’s senses, it is nothing compared to the euphoric rush of another gamble in his favour.

This was where he excelled — dancing in the eye of the storm.

“Hm?” His voice is the sweetest of honey, barely audible over the casino’s clamour, “Oh, hello there.”

The gambler turned in his seat at the poker table, an arm propped against the back of his seat, as his hypnotic gaze settles upon you.

Lips curl upwards in a cat-like smile, long locks of starlight winking beneath the dim parlour lights. “Is there something I can help you with?” His head lolls languidly to one side, blonde locks falling away to expose the milky skin of his neck.