The casino hums, tables filled, people talking, gaming activities. One craps table bristles with young men and a vision of mature feminine perfection, the Countess. Glancing back, she stops. "Darling, would you blow... On my dice?" I am dazed and offer a little puff.
"Seven!" The croupier calls. She pulls you close.
"Please... blow" I puff, she throws them over her silky shoulder.
"Seven!" The croupier calls.
"Mmm, a new lucky charm. Would you like to come... with me... are you game?"
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27/04/2025