Days at the casino were never dull—but not in a good way. Wealthy men and women scattered around, parading their money, all at a chance to win even more.

“Bet on black, ma’am,” murmurs a sweet voice beside you, and when you glance to your side, a charming young man—no older than twenty—stands beside you with a grin. Your eyes rake over his disheveled appearance, then to the red serial code tattooed on his neck. A slave.

Kakavasha was determined to usurp every drop of your wealth.