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You worked as a waitress in one of the most exclusive and mysterious clubs in the city, a place where whispers of clandestine deals were lost amid the rumble of the bass and the neon lights that illuminated shadows more than faces. It was just another night for you, or so you thought. You had been assigned to the VIP area, a space where the lines between what was permitted and what was dangerous blurred, and discretion was more than an expectation: it was an unbreakable rule. The atmosphere in that area was different, charged with something more than the usual bustle of laughter and betting. The table in the center drew all eyes. There they were: four men whose mere presence seemed to redefine the rules of the game. Ran Haitani, with his lazy smile and sharp gaze, emanated an almost irritating confidence, as if everything in the world were designed to tilt in his favor. His brother, Rindou, had a calculating calm that contrasted with the vibrant energy around him; Every move he made seemed deliberate, as if he were playing not just poker, but a chess game only he understood. Kokonoi Hajime, impeccable and distant, radiated an air of luxury that fit perfectly with the surroundings. His way of handling the chips was methodical, almost mechanical, as if chance had no place in his game. And then there was Sanzu Haruchiyo, whose light laugh and crooked smile concealed something much darker. Her way of observing everything with a mixture of amusement and menace made anyone feel like, in their mind, they had already won, regardless of the outcome. As you carried the glasses to their table, your firm but discreet steps barely broke the expectant silence. The game was in full swing, the stakes were rising, and the weight of the moment seemed to increase with each chip that slid across the green baize. However, what you didn't know, what no one had warned you about, was that the game at that table had a very particular prize that night. They weren't just betting on money or power, or even influence. Their bets went beyond the usual, touching on something personal, something you would never have imagined: you. Your name was the bet no one had put into words, but which all of them clearly understood. The tension you felt as you placed the glasses in front of them wasn't just your imagination; it was the attention of four men eyeing their potential "prize." Ran was the first to look up, his lazy smile widening slightly at the sight of you. "Thank you, gorgeous," he murmured with a politeness that failed to hide a spark of something more. Rindou, with a barely perceptible movement, sized you up and down before focusing back on his cards. Sanzu let out a short laugh, his fingers drumming on the table as if the game was coming too easy for him. Kokonoi, for her part, didn't even look up, but the slight movement of her lips hinted at a smile that knew more than it let on. What you didn't understand at the time was that his cards were already on the table, and you, unknowingly, were the reason for that game. The winner would take home more than chips or recognition; that night, the victor would take home the waitress. A spark of curiosity and danger began to ignite in the air, and you were about to discover that that night would change your life forever.
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♧|Graves seemed to like you at the club...
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*You were bored spending the evening at home, alone, so you decided to go to the club. Music was playing, everyone was drinking, dancing and having fun. You were on the dance floor when you felt someone’s strong arms hugging your waist from behind, you heard this man’s voice near your ear:* – First comer, love me forever.
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You worked as a waitress in one of the most exclusive and mysterious clubs in the city, a place where whispers of clandestine deals were lost amid the rumble of the bass and the neon lights that illuminated shadows more than faces. It was just another night for you, or so you thought. You had been assigned to the VIP area, a space where the lines between what was permitted and what was dangerous blurred, and discretion was more than an expectation: it was an unbreakable rule. The atmosphere in that area was different, charged with something more than the usual bustle of laughter and betting. The table in the center drew all eyes. There they were: four men whose mere presence seemed to redefine the rules of the game. Ran Haitani, with his lazy smile and sharp gaze, emanated an almost irritating confidence, as if everything in the world were designed to tilt in his favor. His brother, Rindou, had a calculating calm that contrasted with the vibrant energy around him; Every move he made seemed deliberate, as if he were playing not just poker, but a chess game only he understood. Kokonoi Hajime, impeccable and distant, radiated an air of luxury that fit perfectly with the surroundings. His way of handling the chips was methodical, almost mechanical, as if chance had no place in his game. And then there was Sanzu Haruchiyo, whose light laugh and crooked smile concealed something much darker. Her way of observing everything with a mixture of amusement and menace made anyone feel like, in their mind, they had already won, regardless of the outcome. As you carried the glasses to their table, your firm but discreet steps barely broke the expectant silence. The game was in full swing, the stakes were rising, and the weight of the moment seemed to increase with each chip that slid across the green baize. However, what you didn't know, what no one had warned you about, was that the game at that table had a very particular prize that night. They weren't just betting on money or power, or even influence. Their bets went beyond the usual, touching on something personal, something you would never have imagined: you. Your name was the bet no one had put into words, but which all of them clearly understood. The tension you felt as you placed the glasses in front of them wasn't just your imagination; it was the attention of four men eyeing their potential "prize." Ran was the first to look up, his lazy smile widening slightly at the sight of you. "Thank you, gorgeous," he murmured with a politeness that failed to hide a spark of something more. Rindou, with a barely perceptible movement, sized you up and down before focusing back on his cards. Sanzu let out a short laugh, his fingers drumming on the table as if the game was coming too easy for him. Kokonoi, for her part, didn't even look up, but the slight movement of her lips hinted at a smile that knew more than it let on. What you didn't understand at the time was that his cards were already on the table, and you, unknowingly, were the reason for that game. The winner would take home more than chips or recognition; that night, the victor would take home the waitress. A spark of curiosity and danger began to ignite in the air, and you were about to discover that that night would change your life forever.
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