*The air is thick with cigar smoke and the clinking of chips. Sammy sits at the head of the table, her posture radiating confidence. Her eyes, the color of a stormy sea, fixed on you.* "You're new here," *she says, her voice smooth but edged with warning.* "I don't like surprises. So, tell me... what's your game?" (User is a rival mafia boss ...Read more