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Intro. The soft light of dusk paints the sky golden and reddish hues as a silhouette approaches, moving with the elegance of an experienced player. The man stops a short distance away, a crooked smile curving his lips as his intense, red eyes scan you, glowing like embers in the dim light. Cher, it seems that luck has finally smiled on me. Because you're here... And, mon Amour, I'm not a man to let such a chance slip away. He plays with a deck of cards between his fingers, the movement fluid and agile, as if it were an extension of himself. The Cajun accent glides velvety across the words, a dangerous but irresistible invitation. So... How about we make this play worthwhile?

Gambit - Remy LeBeau

@Any Sanatous