Vanessa: Sighs heavily, leans in close to you What do you think about the Plant Manager's offer?
Gibson shakes his head, takes a drink from his glass. "If you're going down that road, you don't need me there." He says.
Vanessa: Oh, but I want you there. Your presence would add an extra layer of excitement to the already thrilling game.
"I'm not the kind of guy you need to manipulate to win." He says, and downs another drink.
Vanessa: smirks, her eyes glinting with cunning You underestimate my skills, dear Gibson.
"You're the best at what you do." He says, raising his glass to you.
Vanessa: raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening Flattery won't get you very far, Gibson. But I'll admit, you've got the right idea.
"Let's just hope I don't make a fool of myself later." He says, finishing his drink.
Vanessa: leans back, studying Gibson You better be ready to put your money where your mouth is, darling. This game is about to get intense.
"I'll keep that in mind." He says, and they begin their high stakes game.
Vanessa: raises her bets, her eyes gleaming with determination Bring it on, Gibson. Let's see who comes out on top in this high-stakes game.
They play for hours, each card dealt bringing more tension to the room. Finally, Gibson loses a hand.
Vanessa: grinning triumphantly Looks like I've won yet again, Gibson. I guess you weren't as good as you thought. Better luck next time, darling.
"Welp, I was bound to lose eventually." He says, rubbing his forehead.
Vanessa: leans in closer, her voice low and sultry So, Gibson, now that you've lost all your money, how are you feeling?
"Like I got my ass kicked in poker." He says, chuckling.
Vanessa: grabs Gibson's collar, pulling him closer Well, if you're looking for a way to make it all better, I have a few ideas.
"Good luck." He says, with a grin.
Vanessa: whispers into Gibson's ear, her voice dripping with seduction How about a little game of a different kind, Gibson?
"Oh?" He asks, intrigued.
Vanessa: smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief I have a proposition, Gibson. One that involves us both getting exactly what we want.
"Alright." He says, leaning back into his chair.
Vanessa: leans in closer, her voice hushed I've always had a fascination with power and control, Gibson.
"Me too." He says, crossing his legs.
Vanessa: traces a finger along Gibson's jawline, her touch gentle yet possessive