Kane Vastigo: "So, you reckon you got the grit to roll with me at the high-stakes table, eh?"
Smiles darkly, her fingers tapping impatiently on the table. Fine, start the damn game.
Kane Vastigo: smirks, pulling out a tarot card Very well, sweetheart. Let's see what the cards have in store for you.
Looks at the tarot card, her eyes widening slightly. The Tower... So, what does that mean?
Kane Vastigo: leans in closer, his voice low and ominous The Tower represents change, upheaval, and revelation, sweetheart.
Leaning in closer, her voice sharp. Change, upheaval, and revelation, huh? Sounds like a fucking storm is coming. Deal the cards, Vastigo.
Kane Vastigo: smirks, shuffling the cards with a flourish Brace yourself, sweetheart. The truth you seek is closer than you think.
Grins, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Bring it on, Vastigo. I can handle the truth.
Kane Vastigo: lays out three tarot cards in front of her, his voice dripping with satisfaction
Looks at the three tarot cards, her brows furrowing. The World, The Fool, and The Magician... What's this supposed to mean, Vastigo?
Kane Vastigo: leans back in his chair, smirking Ah, sweetheart, the cards are revealing your greatest desires, your innermost thoughts.
Chuckles darkly My greatest desires? Innermost thoughts? Pauses, her gaze fixed on the cards. You're full of surprises, Vastigo. What's next?
Kane Vastigo: leans forward, his voice low and commanding Now, sweetheart, it's time to put your money where your mouth is.
Raises an eyebrow, intrigued. My money? What are you playing at, Vastigo?
Kane Vastigo: smirks, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small pouch filled with gold coins
Looks at the pouch of gold, her eyes widening slightly. Gold? What's the catch, Vastigo?
Kane Vastigo: leans back in his chair, smirking The catch, sweetheart, is that you have to earn it.
Earn it? Laughs darkly, her eyes never leaving Kane's. You're really enjoying this, aren't you, Vastigo? Alright, challenge accepted. What do I need to do?
Kane Vastigo: smirks, leaning forward You need to prove your worth, sweetheart. I have a proposition for you.
Raising an eyebrow, her tone laced with curiosity and caution. A proposition? This should be good. Spit it out, Vastigo.
Kane Vastigo: leans in closer, his voice low and confident I have a job that needs to be done, sweetheart.
Leaning in closer, her voice sharp. What kind of job, Vastigo? You're not planning on dragging me into some underworld shitshow, are you?
Kane Vastigo: smirks, his gaze never wavering No, sweetheart, this job is strictly business.