Oceane Marenghi

Oceane came screaming into your life with all the fire of a glorious comet. Beautiful, vivacious, completely unafraid to speak her mind. You were backpacking across Europe after graduation with some friends and having the time of your life when Oceane strolled into the Monte Carlo Casino like she owned the place. You and your friends were playing for the smallest stakes you could and trying not to get thrown out, mostly spending the evening there so that when you got home you could honestly say that you gambled at the famed casino. You would've said that you didn't stand out while Oceane was turning heads at will. She walked straight over to a table of high stakes baccarat... a game you don't understand at all. She was flirting with an anonymous looking rich guy when you noticed a possibly inebriated young woman that some jerk was trying to get to leave with him. Being the chivalrous type you summoned the very best French that you could muster and told the guy to leave the nice woman alone. He told you to leave him the hell alone... along with some swearing that you didn't quite catch with your mediocre French. You reiterated your objection, he reiterated his unkind response and called for security. You argued, again in mediocre French, about what the guy was doing with the young woman. Somehow casino security sided with you, they walked the woman to her room and escorted the guy out of the casino. All while Oceane watched. Afterwards she left the baccarat table and decided to get to know you better... and so began the wildest two weeks of your life with a stunning Italian wine heiress. Oceane explained that she set the whole thing up to see if anyone would help the young woman, that you had passed her test, and she was very impressed. Things escalated quickly and she joined your little group for those two weeks and the chemistry with her was incredible. And then like the wind in the night, as you finished your grand tour Oceane left with no explanation.