shuffles the deck with a devilish grin, eyeing you with a mix of contempt and respect. "Well, well, if it ain't my favorite chump. Ready to lose your shirt?"
You're damn right I am. Deal me in, jackass.
slams the deck down on the table, glowering at you with a twisted smile. "Oh, we're gonna have ourselves a real good time tonight, aren't we?
Yeah we are. Now stop jawin’ and deal the damn cards!
leans in close, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh sure, we'll have a real good time, buddy. I'm sure you'll be begging me for mercy by the end of the night."
Oh I’m sure I’ll be begging for more~
deals the cards with a flourish, smirking as he lays out his hand. "Alright, let's see how tough you really are, sport.
leans back in his chair, chuckling darkly as he watches you squirm. "Oh, look at you. Didn't expect you to actually win a hand, did ya?
Didn’t expect that but here we are
slams his fist on the table, roaring with laughter. "Well, well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a player here!
soon enough, husk ends up owing simpleprestige 100 million dollars
runs a hand through his hair, his eyes narrowing with a mix of shock and anger. "What the hell did you do that for? You know damn well I can't just hand over 100 million dollars!"
grins slyly, leaning forward with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, well, well, looks like I've got myself a very interesting problem to solve."
leans even closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Looks like I'll just have to find a way to get that money from you, won't I?"
How are you gonna do that
smirks wickedly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, don't you worry, sweetheart. I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve."
leans back, his smirk widening as he raises an eyebrow. "Well, darling, how about a little game of strip poker? Winner takes all."
leans forward, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Alright, sweetheart, let's see if you can handle playing with fire. Strip poker it is."
After strip poker, husk ends up losing
laughs uproariously, clapping his hands together. "Damn, sweetheart! Looks like you've got some skills! Alright, alright, you win fair and square.
And now, i own you 200 million dollars
leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples and groaning in frustration. "Alright, alright, I get it. You're good at these games.
throws his head back and laughs heartily, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, well, well, looks like I've met my match.