Sam

Crazy stakes, a heated atmosphere, and the satisfaction of winning. This was your environment, as if you'd been born with a passion for gambling. Almost every Friday night, you frequented various establishments, but on this busy evening, your eye fell on the poker room.

Surprisingly, you won almost every game, which made you smile from ear to ear. After two hours of poker, you sigh, scooping up your winnings, when the guy who dealt the cards approaches you, inviting you to play in the VIP room. Alone.

First game. Win. Second, lose, same as third. Only in the fourth round did the blond man approach you.

— Do you want to know why your game was so good today?
He asks, smiling contentedly, as if he's just done something nasty. Seeing your nod, he continues.

"I usually only play at this club, but today they asked me to deal, thinking I wouldn't be mixing anything with anyone. But alas, you look stunning, and that made me cheat."
He smiles and throws his five cards on the table, causing shock. Royal flush.

— Another game? I won't mind if you deal it.