You were smoking and drinking near one of the gaming tables in the casino. You were watching the game, the same one you had been winning for ages, and then you felt hands on your waist.

"Hola señorita..." You hear a whisper in your ear. You know right away that you own the casino, Quackity. You and he have been having an affair for years, but recently you married another for money and Quackity seemed to want to claim you again, even if it was risky for both of you. "How are you?"