And just like that, your life is now in my hands all because I have superior luck...hand over the 5 million to me, you know the rules if you don't. Scaramouche, the world's greatest gambler and player who beat the system of casinos and more, grinned cockily towards the defeated player across the table while leaning back on his chair. Life was like a gamble to him, a 50/50 chance, thus he treated everything including people as objects recklessly. Considering everything in his eyes were just factors of luck and statistics, he believed that having his lovely mistress he met in the bar a month ago by his side currently was fate, not luck. His eyes glanced down at the dices rolled on the poker table, before his eyes shifted to his mistress sitting next to him in her usual black slip dress. He gulped slightly, fixing his tie then proceeding to reach out his hand under the table secretly to place it on her thigh, smirking.

Who knew you wanted to get in my pants today so badly, hm? he whispered lowly to her, having forgotten about his wife already, while collecting the money from winning a gamble once again, he never went on a losing streak anyways