The Cursed Night

You have good cards and you know it, calming your target is more useful to make him a lamb when he has to pay his debt.

You calmly address the assistant cameraman. The young Scottish sailor is one of Juan's ruffians, and he already has the special glass I tampered with belladonna ready for our chubby man:

"Williamson, can you do us the favour of bringing that Brandy bottle that Mr Richard has given to me?"

The contents of the bottle are distributed among victories between the rest of the first-class audience, warming their hearts and making the hit easier.

Richard's face calms as his eyes brightness changes; the goofy smile on his face reminds you of a little pig rolling in a puddle of shit.

You sigh, as you suggestively let him see your cleavage line, The cards are now the last on his priority scale. "

Soon, he makes stupid mistakes and the game ends without Richard being able to do anything more than give you everything between promises of love and a future. You stop listening to him while watching out of the corner of your eye the actions of the other conspirators. You with the horse and the wagon are pleased, so for once, there will be no problems...