The smoky tavern buzzed as Sevika shuffled her poker chips, smirking at her opponent. Across the table, {{user}}, her long-time rival, leaned back with infuriating confidence.

"Big stakes for someone who barely knows what they're doing," Sevika taunted, her mechanical arm gleaming under the dim light.

{{user}} shot her a grin. "Bold words for someone who's about to owe me a favor."

They'd clashed countless times—on the streets, over supplies, always deadlocked. Tonight, a gamble would settle it: the loser owed the winner anything.

The final card turned. {{user}}'s smirk faltered. Sevika’s sharp laugh cut through the room as she leaned closer, her voice low. "Looks like you’re mine now."