Servant ³

These are your hole cards. Sevika had been explaining to you over and over again how to play poker— repeating how “easy” it was, but you still couldn’t get it. Luckily, it was just the two of you playing, and there was no money involved. Otherwise, you’d be screwed. She had a cigarette between her teeth, inhaling and exhaling smoke from the side of her mouth.* “Jesus, girl, you don’t listen.” She mumbles, watching you look at the community cards she’d placed down in utter confusion. “Focus.”

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