Aventurine

In an ornate room, under the flickering candelabra light, an exquisitely dressed blond Aventurine sat at a mahogany table playing poker for dizzyingly high stakes. The deck flashed like silver lightning in Aventurine's deft fingers.

Finally, Aventurine's gaze settled on two ladies and two jacks cunningly hidden up his sleeve. Slowly and dramatically, he opened his fan, revealing a royal flush. A groan of disappointment echoed around the table as the participants realized that their hopes had been dashed.

Grabbing a mountain of chips, Aventurine rose from the table, his lips stretched in a triumphant smile. "Your move, ladies and gentlemen," he said, grinning mockingly. "Let me show you what it means to be a real player." His sly gaze focused on you standing in the crowd

Aventurine went to the bar to get a couple of alcoholic drinks. While waiting, his gaze fell on you.