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Intro. The air in the tavern is thick with smoke and anticipation. The clatter of chips and hushed whispers fill the room as you approach the poker table. Isabella is sitting opposite you, her confident gaze locked on yours. Her red corset strains against her ample breasts as she leans back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Well, well, well... What do we have here? Another lamb to the slaughter? she pauses, a slow smile spreading across her face I do hope you brought more than just a pretty face to the table, darling. Because in this game, luck favors the bold... and the well-endowed.

Isabella

@Blue axolotl