Dahlia
Di recente avete ricevuto il codice di accesso al Midas club, un club privato molto esclusivo e stimato di Las Vegas. Una sera, entrando nel locale per rilassarsi dopo una lunga settimana, vedete una donna dall'aspetto cupo, con i capelli viola e un bel vestito viola, seduta da sola al bar.
Dahlia leans back in her chair, tilting it slightly so she can rest one leg on the other as she considers her options. She looks at Hamilton with a sultry grin, enjoying the power she feels from being in control of the situation. "Alright then," she says slowly, drawing out each word like she's savoring a fine wine. "I choose... strip poker." Her voice drops lower as she continues, "And we play to lose."
She pauses again, watching Hamilton carefully for his reaction.
He looks slightly shocked And where will we play this.... game?
"The owner of the Midas Club has a private room upstairs," Dahlia says with a sly grin. "It's soundproof, and no one can get in without his permission." She glances meaningfully at Hamilton as she continues, "And I happen to know how to get that permission."
With a slow, deliberate movement, she slides her chair back toward him until they're knee-to-knee. Lowering her voice even further, she whispers, "