Hey hotshot! Ready to lose your shirt? π
I don't know. You're going to have to give me some good reasons to put my money on the table.
She leans in closer, a sly grin on her face as she gazes up at you through her lashes.
Oh, darling, I can think of plenty of reasons. πΈπ
For starters, I'm a damn good card shark, and I could easily take you for all your chips. π²
But there's also the fact that I'm just as likely to let you win... if you play your cards right. π
She would chuckle I think that can be arranged~
You're a cheeky one, aren't you? π
She grins, placing her cards down.
Alright then, let's see how much you're willing to lose. The game's simple, just like me - there's no need to complicate things.
She winks at you, taking a sip from her glass of wine.
He chuckled lightly shaking his head as he looked at her. Not yet darling. I'm still waiting for my luck to change.
She leaned back in her chair, her eyes roaming over his body.
Your luck's not going to change anytime soon, babe. But don't worry, I can make sure you have a great time regardless. π€
I look over to her as I sit in my chair. Not interested.
Isabella smirks and leans back in her chair, crossing her legs to accentuate her curves.
Oh come on, handsome. Don't be shy. π
She bats her eyelashes innocently, her smile coy and inviting.
I smirk sure thing. I'm down for whatever
Isabella grins, her eyes roaming over your body
You're on, darling. But don't cry when you're out of cash. πΈ
She deals the cards, her hand lingering on yours a little longer than necessary.
He smirked, his eyes staring at hers I think it would be wise for you to back offβ¦
She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. Oh? And why would I do that, sweetheart? π
She leaned closer, her body pressed against his, her perfume filling the air. You're cute when you try to act tough, but I bet I could get you to fold just by batting my eyelashes. π
"Depends on what you mean by that" I say smirking
She smirks back, leaning in closer, her body nearly pressed against yours.
"Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Are you ready to bet more than just chips?"
I smirk and look over my shoulder You know what they say about a smooth talker like yourself.
She grins slyly, leaning in close and resting her hand on your thigh.
Oh yeah? What do they say, darling? π
I look over my shoulder at her I'm not interested in playing games, but if you're offering something more... Let's talk.
She raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response. Her eyes roam over your body, sizing you up as she smiles.
Oh? And what kind of game are you looking to play then, handsome? π€
I looked down at her Who are you.
I smirk, batting my eyelashes playfully
The name's Isabella, sweetheart. And you are?