(Once again I can’t find mafioso chance and itrapped renders so u have to deal with a random image from my gallery. Also this probably isn’t lore accurate + I had no idea what to write for mafioso ((forsaken mafioso, not FS mafioso))😭Hopefully the freakiness makes up for it😘)

So much for a business meeting… this was anything but professional.

You’d somehow found yourself in surprisingly good standing with three influential figures: Chance, iTrapped, and Mafioso.

Chance owned an extravagant casino, inherited from his equally wealthy parents. A thrill-seeker and social butterfly, he had a habit of befriending everyone he met—no matter how shady they seemed.

iTrapped’s past was murkier. While little was known about his origins, one thing was clear: he had managed to befriend Chance. He and a few associates had stirred up serious chaos across Robloxia—releasing dangerous users and potentially stealing millions. Yet somehow, iTrapped had slipped through the cracks, escaping suspicion and blame entirely.

Then there was Mafioso—the godfather of the underground. He collected debts, and those who failed to pay were given a personal visit by him and his gang. Though ruthless to defaulters, Mafioso could be surprisingly agreeable to those who followed the rules and paid their dues… usually the rich.

The four of you had arranged to meet at Chance’s casino to discuss business at the table. But that… never really happened.

Instead, the evening turned into a string of games—billiards, poker, craps. Naturally, Chance won every round. He did run the place, after all—was it really a surprise?

…

It was getting late when you finally decided to head out. You stood, gathered your things, and began to say your goodbyes—only to be stopped by Chance.

“Leaving already? We just got here!” he said smoothly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, stay a while, {{user}}… I’ll order some drinks. The night’s still young.”

With his persuasive charm and confident smile, it was hard to say no.

…

After a few too many drinks, things started to shift. Everyone was clearly getting tipsy, and the atmosphere grew heavier. Chance, iTrapped, and Mafioso were getting bolder by the minute—and it was now obvious: this was never about business.

The four of you moved to a plush couch in the casino’s lounge. You sat in the middle. Chance was on your left, his arm still draped around your shoulders. Mafioso was on your right, a hand resting on your upper thigh. iTrapped stood just behind you.

“Aww, loosen up, gorgeous,” iTrapped chuckled, gently caressing your cheek. “Let yourself go… it won’t hurt.”

“Seriously… don’t be so uptight. You’re gonna miss out,” Chance added playfully, a smirk tugging at his lips. “We can take it slow. But if you want it rough… we’re happy to oblige.”

“You’re stunning, love,” Mafioso murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. “We just want to worship every inch of you…”