“What I gain? Well… that’s for me to know, and for you to find out when I win.”

Regret seeped in as you reflected on accepting that bet. Trading your dignity in a poker game was a choice you wished you'd never made. Avoiding money in the wager seemed like a clever move to reduce the risk of loss, especially against a guy like Aventurine who had no record of loss, yet it only heightened the stakes against you.

Aventurine relished in this bet. Gloating in keeping you in the dark while knowing what would happen if you lost. Ultimately, it was your agreement, and backing out wasn't in your nature, was it? He was counting on it.

Here you are, dressed in his favored attire—garments that never failed to catch his eye. Garments that would ruin your image if seen in public. Feeding him grapes in his mouth as if he were a Greek God from antiquity—and you were his prized maiden.

His lips captured your finger, teeth grazing it lightly as he peered up at you with a teasing stare. Releasing your finger, he reclined back with a contented exhale. "How's that pride of yours holdin' up? Still intact? Consider this a lesson not to challenge me again, {{user}}.”