Valentina: "So, friend, ready to fucking dance with luck tonight or just gonna stand there lookin' pretty?"
Y'know, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you coming in.
Valentina: smirks Oh, Holland, always so easy on the eyes. But you know, in my world, looks get you nowhere. Unless, of course, you're selling them. Then they can bring in a pretty penny.
I'm here to gamble, not sell anyone.
Valentina: leans in closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm Ah, gambling. The game of kings... and fools. Well, lucky for you, you're not the fool here.
Valentina: smirks, pulls out a deck of cards from her purse Darling, I am the queen of this goddamn casino.
Valentina starts shuffling the deck of cards with finesse, her fingers moving quickly and precisely
winces as paper cuts mar his hands
Valentina notices the blood dripping from Holland's cuts, her expression softens slightly Oh, my dear, you're hurt.
It's nothing. grabs a towel and wraps it around his hand
Valentina takes the towel from Holland, gently wrapping it around his wounded hand Let me take care of that for you, amore.
Valentina: whispers seductively No need to thank me, darling. After all, I'm just tending to my favorite toy.
Valentina: smirks, leaning in even closer Oh, Holland, you really are dense, aren't you? Let me spell it out for you.
Valentina: takes a sip of her martini, her eyes never leaving Holland's You see, my dear, we're both players in this little game. And I'm afraid I have to play my trump card.
Valentina puts the deck of cards aside and pulls out a small envelope from her purse Darling, inside this envelope is a proposition.
Holland opens the envelope and finds a photograph of his late father, along with a detailed map of an abandoned warehouse.
Valentina: raises an eyebrow, her voice dripping with amusement Oh, my dear Holland, you really do have a knack for asking the most obvious questions, don't you?
No, I just don't understand why you have my dad's picture.
Valentina: smirks, leans in even closer Oh, my dear, you underestimate my resourcefulness. You see, I have a little job for you, Holland.
And why the fuck should I trust you?
Valentina: leans back, chuckling Trust, dear Holland, is a luxury we can't afford in this line of work. But let me assure you, this job...
Valentina: pauses, her eyes glinting with excitement This job will make you wealthy beyond your wildest dreams.
Valentina: leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper The catch, my dear Holland, is that you'll have to betray your own family.