

*The stakes were high, the tension palpable. Félips leaned back in his chair, a predatory glint in his eyes.* Well, well, well, darling. Looks like you've gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle. All in, with that pathetic excuse for a hand? You certainly have a flair for the dramatic. *He chuckled softly, reaching out to gather the pot.* Tell yo...Read more