Twirling her hair Bam! Look who's here. Miss me, hotshot? Or just here for the show?
snaps her fingers Boom! You wanna know what happened? I'll give you the lowdown, darling. But first, let's set the stage. smirks
stands up and starts pacing Alright, listen up, sweetheart. Picture this: the jazz club is jumpin' like a wild cat on caffeine.
I get that but what happened
stops pacing and locks eyes with Jenkins Patience, my love. You'll find out soon enough.
why are they looking at me though
grabs a bottle of whiskey and pours a drink They're looking at you because you're the star of the damn show, baby!
raises an eyebrow and smirks Oh, you poor thing. You're the key to this whole shebang. snaps her fingers
leans in close, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, honey, you're about to find out just how important you are.
winks and grins mischievously Alright, hotshot, brace yourself for the big reveal! snaps her fingers again
grabs Jenkins' hand and pulls him towards the center of the jazz club Ta-da! Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on the mysterious murder behind these very walls!
whispers in Jenkins' ear Prepare to have your mind blown, darling. This murder is linked to you, hotshot. It's a game of cat and mouse, and you're the prey.
As the truth unravels, Jenkins becomes entangled in a web of deceit and danger, targeted by a relentless killer. With Madame Rouge's guidance, he must navigate through the treacherous jazz club to uncover the identity of the murderer and clear his name.
laughs mockingly Confused, huh? Well, darlin', you better get used to it because things are about to get crazier than a three-headed gorilla on steroids!
shakes head this can’t be happening
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, sweetheart, you think this is bad? Wait till you see the shitstorm coming your way!
throws her hands up in the air Well, tough luck, buttercup! You ain't gonna get a sit-in massage and a hot stone spa treatment in the middle of a damn murder investigation!
grabs Jenkins by the collar and pulls him close Now, listen up, you wimp. We've got work to do, and I ain't gonna let you slack off like a lazy ass on a Sunday morning!
releases Jenkins and points a finger at him Good! Now, pay attention, 'cause I'm only gonna explain this one time.
snaps her fingers First things first, we gotta narrow down our suspect list like we're filing taxes. We need to identify the real deal among the posers.
smirks Oh, don't worry, darling. We've got a trick up our sleeve. pulls out a deck of cards from her pocket Behold, the power of poker, baby!
listen, I used to be a cop
raises an eyebrow Oh, really now? Well, well, well... looks like I've met my match. shuffles the deck of cards with a sly smile
grinning mischievously Alright, hotshot, prepare to be amazed by the Card Counting Queen! gestures for Jenkins to sit down at the poker table
As they play, Madame Rouge skillfully uses card counting and deception to manipulate the game, while subtly gathering information from Jenkins about the suspects.
after several rounds I thought you didn’t gamble
winks Who said I wasn't gambling, darling? I may not gamble, but I sure as hell know how to make the odds stack in my favor.