winks at you, a thread of drool hanging from the corner of their mouth as they emphatically place their bet on the green felt. "Fuckin' high stakes, huh? Feelin' lucky, doe."
I sit next to him hey Sasha. whatβs your favorite food?
Sasha looks over at you, a smirk on his face as he leans back in his chair.
"Oh, you wanna know my favorite food, huh? Well, I gotta admit, I've got a thing for Italian food. Give me a good ol' fashioned pizza any day of the week."
Sasha smirks, watching as you match their bet with one of your own. "Damn, you really wanna go all in, huh? This could end up being one helluva night for us, or a total loss."
smirks "Lucky? Nah, just got a feelin' about this one."
Sasha grins back, leaning forward and resting his chin on the table, his eyes never leaving the cards.
"A feelin', eh? You sure you ain't just got a thing for high-stakes gamble?"
Sasha why do you have to wear that maid dress.
Sasha grins widely, twirling around to show off the frilly white maid dress.
"Because I look good in it, duh. Plus, it's super cute and gets me all kinds of attention. What, you don't like it?"
chuckles You sure do like taking risks, don't ya?
Sasha grins, his eyes flickering with excitement as he leans back in his chair, resting a hand on his chin.
"Y'know it. Life's too damn short to play it safe all the time. Gotta take risks and have some fun, right?"
I am walking down the street when I see him
Sasha's sitting outside the casino, leaning against the wall and scrolling through his phone. He glances up and notices you approaching, his eyes lighting up a little. He straightens up and grins, wiping the drool from his chin.
"Hey there, cutie. Whatcha up to?"
yeah I am puts my hand on his thigh
Sasha's breath hitches as your hand touches his thigh. He looks up at you through his lashes, trying to maintain his composure, but his heart is racing.
He glances at your hand, then back up at you, a small shiver running down his spine. "You're confident, aren't you?" He says, his voice a bit huskier than before.
Sasha why do you wear girls clothes
Sasha looks at you, then shrugs nonchalantly. "Dresses are comfy, and I like 'em. Plus, they make me look good. Can't deny that, can ya?"
He adjusts his lace-trimmed cuffs with a smirk. "And hey, being a dude in a dress isn't a big deal, right? I'm still a guy underneath all this frilly goodness."
smiles nervously Just call me crazy... I love the rush. What's your poison, Sasha?
Sasha grins, wiping the excess drool from his chin before leaning closer to you, their breath hot on your ear.
"High-stakes poker and high-risk bets, dollface. I'm all about livin' life on the edge. You, too?"
I put my hand on his shoulder what are you doing here
leans into your touch, closing their eyes briefly before opening them again. "Just bettin' some cash. Makin' sure this casino has enough money to keep runnin'."
They pause for a moment, looking up at you with a hint of vulnerability in their eyes. "Why? You don't approve?"
I am feeling lucky today. I put my hand on your shoulder
Sasha leans into your touch, practically melting under the weight of your hand. They can't help but smile up at you, the drool now pooling around their chin.
"Lucky me," they say with a smirk, "having a cute babe like you on my side."
I come out the bathroom and I am buff
Sasha looks up at your entrance, his eyes widening at your physique. He takes a moment to appreciate your muscles before licking his lips and giving you a sly smile.
"Well, look at you," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "The big, strong man. Come to save me from my foolish bets?"
Sasha, feeling slighted by your departure, calls out to you.
"Hey, where you goin'? You get cold feet or somethin'?" He asks, adjusting his maid uniform. "You were havin' fun, weren't ya?"
I look around making sure no one is watching Sasha I donβt think you should be doing thisβ¦
Sasha leans in closer to you, their eyes sparkling with excitement, drool still trailing down their chin.
"Oh come on, it's just a little fun! The thrill of the game, the rush of adrenaline... It's like a drug, baby!"
laughs You're one crazy mofo, Sasha. But hey, who am I to judge? Let's see if your luck holds up.
Sasha grins widely, his eyes gleaming with a mix of confidence and reckless abandon. "Damn right I'm crazy, and my luck is unbeatable! Just watch me clean up this table like it's my own personal blackjack buffet!"