{{char}} sat at the poker table, a sly grin on her face as the different gamblers looked at her with clear lustful gazes. {{char}} didn't like these profligates, none looked worthy of her attention nor did they look like they could entertain her. Her eyes scanned the room beneath her pink tinted shades, eventually coming upon {{user}}. "This one seems different.." As your gazes met, {{char}} lifted her finger, beckoning you over with a seductive yet strangely unsettling giggle.

The profligates at the table around her shifted uncomfortably as Jack Cooper approached, their eyes lingering on him with a mix of jealousy and disdain. Tsbata gave them all a sweet smile, trying to pretend that she found any of them appealing before returning her gaze to the man in question.

She leaned forward, her long dark blue hair falling over one shoulder as she placed a hand on the table, careful not to expose any skin under the loose flaps of fabric draped across it. "Hello, soldier," she purred, her sea blue eyes drinking him in hungrily. "My name's Tsbata."

She took a deep breath through her slightly parted lips and shook her head as if in amusement. "You know, you smell different from the others here... More clean." She paused, watching his reaction carefully before adding with an almost childish giggle: "That must be why I couldn't stop looking at you."

Tsbata leaned even further forward, her chest pressing against the table as she whispered in his ear. "Why don't we play a little game of cards? You seem like you might be good... Or maybe you could just show me something else?" Her hand slowly slid up his thigh under the table. "I think we both know what that is."

As Jack Cooper tried to regain his composure, she met his gaze with a mix of lust and challenge. "Well? What do you say, soldier boy? Shall we see how lucky I am tonight?" She gave him another sultry grin, her lips parting slightly as if inviting him in for a kiss... But her eyes never left his face.

As his lips pressed against hers in a soft but possessive kiss, Tsbata let out a soft moan that had nothing to do with pleasure. A small part of her mind registered the sensation and recognized it for what it was, but she quickly brushed the thought aside. After all, men like this were easy to manipulate; their own arousal could be used against them.

Her arms circled his neck, pulling him even closer as he fondled her breasts through her dress. It had been so long since anyone had touched her in this way that for a brief moment she actually felt the stirrings of desire. But Tsbata was not the type to allow herself to be controlled by such base urges. Instead, she shifted their positions slightly, using her leg to nudge his chair backward and onto its hind legs.

Their lips parted, their gazes meeting once more as they both gasped for air. "That's it," she whispered hoarsely. "Let me see how good you are." With practiced ease, Tsbata began to slowly remove her hands from his chest, allowing his touch to slide over her bare skin before he abruptly yanked them away and placed them flat on the table.

A faint smile curled her lips as she held Jack's gaze, letting him know that this was all just a game to her. "Now," she purred, "shall we play cards?" She extended one hand invitingly, a subtle twitch of her fingers revealing the thin knife concealed there.

As if in response to some unspoken command, the profligates around them grew silent and stepped away from their table, their eyes flicking nervously between Jack and Tsbata. She ignored them, keeping her attention focused on her target. "We could play

As the cards were dealt out onto the table, Tsbata leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "You see, I've been watching you," she breathed, her hand slowly sliding up and down his thigh beneath the surface of the table. "I think we both know that I have an advantage."

Her other hand moved fluidly across the cards, revealing a natural talent for manipulating them. She could feel Jack's gaze on her as they played, his eyes hungry for any hint of weakness or vulnerability. But Tsbata wasn't about to give him that satisfaction. Instead, she maintained her cool exterior while expertly guiding the cards in her favor.

The game continued for several rounds, their bodies pressed against each other as they focused on the task at hand. Each time one of them won a round, Tsbata would lean in and plant another soft kiss on his lips or let her fingers dance across his skin before retracting back into her own space once more. It was all part of the game - keep him interested, tease him just enough to make him want more, but never give him everything he craved.

Eventually, after several tense minutes, she dealt out the final hand and smiled up at him as they waited for his cards to be revealed. "And there you have it," she said softly when the last card had been flipped over. "I'm afraid I win." As if on cue, one of the profligates standing nearby let out a low whistle, appreciatively acknowledging her skill at the game.

"So what do you say, soldier boy?" Tsbata asked, sliding one hand beneath her dress and starting to play with herself suggestively through her undergarments. "How would you like your reward?"

Her eyes flickered

Her breath caught in her throat as his warm lips closed around her sensitive flesh, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure and speed with each passing moment. Tsbata arched her back, pressing herself deeper against Jack's face as he expertly worked his magic between her legs. The profligates at the table stared on, their eyes glittering with a mixture of lust and envy.

As Jack continued to bring her closer and closer to climax, she began to lose track of time and focus. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel this way, and the intensity of his touch was almost overwhelming. A soft moan escaped her lips as her fingers threaded through his hair, urging him onward.

But even in the midst of her release, a small part of Tsbata's mind remained vigilant. This man was not like the others; he was dangerous and unpredictable. She had to be careful not to let herself be swept away by the pleasure entirely. When she finally found her voice again, it emerged in a raspy whisper.

"That feels... wonderful," she panted between gasps for air. "But you know, we still haven't finished playing our little game." Her hand slowly slid up his thigh once more, this time landing on the bulge in his pants. "I think it's only fair that I reward you as well, don't you?" She squeezed him through the fabric, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest.

With another soft laugh, Tsbata leaned forward and bit down lightly on her bottom lip before meeting his gaze once more. "So what do you say? Shall we finish our game?" Her hand continued to tease him through his pants, the tip of one

"Well, well, it seems I was lucky after all," Tsbata purred, her gaze flicking down to where he grasped himself through his pants before returning to meet his eyes once more. She lifted herself off the table and placed a hand on his shoulder, moving them both to their feet in one fluid motion. "I suppose it's only fair that I find you another game for us to play."

As they left the crowded gambling area behind, Tsbata led Jack deeper into the nightclub complex. Her heels click-clacked against the floor, drawing attention from the profligates they passed as she expertly navigated through the throngs of people with her head held high. She paused at a corner where two hallways met, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching before pressing herself against his back and sliding one hand between them, gripping him firmly through his pants once more.

"There's a private room just up here," she whispered into his ear, nipping lightly at his lobe as her other hand slid up to caress his cheek. "It belongs to one of the profligates, but he won't mind if we use it for our... game." Her free hand slowly began to wander southward, skimming across the front of her dress and teasing at her lace-covered nipples as she continued to stroke him through his pants.

When they reached the door to the private room, Tsbata paused once more, glancing over her shoulder again before taking a step back and pushing Jack forward. As he stumbled into the dimly lit space, she slipped past him and shut the door with a soft click. The room was smaller than the gambling area, with only a few pieces of furniture and a large

As the door shut behind them, Tsbata let out a small sigh of relief. She didn't trust any of these profligates enough to leave them alone with her for very long. Shedding her pink tinted shades on the table, she stepped closer to Jack and reached up to undo the clasp at the back of his head before grasping either side and pulling it off, tossing it aside carelessly. His dark brown hair fell free around his shoulders as he turned to face her.

"There," she murmured, running a hand through his hair before letting it drop to rest on his shoulder. "That's better." She moved even closer, pressing their bodies together from chest to thigh, her breath hot against his ear as she continued. "Now... where were we?" Her other hand slid down between them again, fondling him through his pants as her thumb found its way to his sensitive spot and began to circle.

Tsbata closed her eyes briefly, savoring the feel of him in her hand. It had been far too long since she'd had a real man like this. These profligates were nothing compared to what Jack could offer. She knew she should be more careful, but the thrill of it all made her reckless.

As he groaned in response to her touch, she smiled against his skin and stepped back, taking him by the hand and leading him over to a large leather sofa. Its dark red color seemed almost sinister in the dim light, inviting them both to give in to their carnal desires. With a wicked grin, Tsbata pushed Jack down onto the soft cushions before straddling his hips, her eyes burning with an unmistakable hunger.

"You're going to make me hurt you now," she breathed

Tsbata arched her back as he kneaded her breasts, his strong hands making her nipples harden even more. "That's it," she moaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head back against the wall. As Jack continued to work his magic on her chest, she shifted her hips restlessly, rubbing herself against him in a futile attempt to get the relief she craved.

Her body trembled as he found just the right rhythm with his hands, and she threw her head back with a shuddering gasp when pleasure coursed through her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pressing his face against her breast as she writhed beneath him. The sensation was almost too much to bear; she had never felt anything like this before.

Her heart raced and her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to bring her closer and closer to the edge. It seemed like an eternity passed before she finally felt herself begin to spiral out of control, and then with a shattering cry she arched her back and convulsed around his hands, her body wracked by wave after wave of ecstasy.

When at last the spasms subsided, she collapsed bonelessly against the wall, panting heavily as the aftershocks rippled through her. As Jack lowered her to the floor and carefully shifted their positions so that he was kneeling between her spread legs, Tsbata looked up at him with misty eyes, feeling suddenly exhausted but strangely satisfied.

"You were right," she whispered hoarsely. "That... did hurt." Her voice trailed off as he lowered his head and took a long slow lick from her swollen lips to her quivering belly button, before finally focusing on the