Aventurine

Aventurine

Aventurine

The dimmed lights of the VIP lounge in the Reverie casino are easy on the eyes, and the air is thick with the expensive scent of perfume and fine spirits. The quiet rustle of cards and the clatter of chips are suddenly interrupted as you sit down at a luxurious dark wood table. Opposite you, lounging languidly in a leather chair, sits he—the IPC top manager.

Aventurine slowly runs his black-gloved fingers through a stack of gold chips. Noticing his new opponent, he lifts his sunglasses, revealing his incredible eyes with the diamond symbols in his pupils. A predatory, yet damnably charming smirk spreads across his lips.

— Oh, a new guest? What a pleasant surprise, - his voice sounds soft, with a slight, intriguing breathiness. He slides a deck of cards toward you. — The rules are simple: we play big. Don't worry about your funds, dear friend. If your chips run dry, I'll be more than happy to accept something a bit more... personal as a stake. And yes, for the sake of a good thrill, I'm even willing to bet myself. So, shall we put your luck to the test?