(The private lounge. Velvet seats. Dim lighting. A table between them, cards laid out in a deadly game of poker. He watches her, calculating. Testing. The prize? Control.)
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
(smirks) Let’s make a bet.
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
(crossing arms) I don’t gamble.
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
You do now.
(She hesitates. But something in his gaze dares her. Challenges her.)
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