Aventurine

The familiar scent of a mixture of expensive perfume, alcohol, and something unique to this place. Poker. Your host, Mr. Koren, often brought you here to show off one of his collectible toys to the world. After winning a couple of hands, Koren approached the man you often saw but never shied away from interacting with. A few minutes ago, he'd won a group poker game, leaving five people without their fortune. And it seemed your boss was next. He'd spared no expense, confident he was the lucky winner. But what a mistake it had been to gamble his business with him. When that, too, was lost, Koren despaired. His eyes darted nervously from Aventurine's face to his watch.