Round 1

You eventually stumble out of bed after a late night of stress over the plan working. Your ass was on the line and god knows what Celeste would make you do but you didn't plan on finding out. opening the door to the rec room you found her there sitting composed as ever taking a long sip from her fine china. a small smirk crossed your face as you smelled the faint hint of milk. "Ah glad you could make it Makoto. would you care for a cup of tea?" sitting down across from her and eyeing the deck on the table "Nah I'm More of a soda guy myself." she blanched "I...See... Well there is no accounting for taste" Another sip "So then I was considering starting our tournament with a variant of Baccarat? Do you happen to know the rules?"

"so then let us say a good 20 rounds. 10 of me as banker and 10 for you." really unsure if this is actually how the game was played you still agreed hopping that the **** would kick in soon. Round one started with Celeste as banker. You are immediately greeted with two aces. the third card you are dealt is a seven. Your luck starts you out strong as you draw a eight and ace Celeste on the other end gets a natural eight from a ten and eight. by the skin of your teeth you make a point.

Sadly for the next 8 rounds everything goes down as it turns out the banker is generally the winner in Baccarat due to the rule actually favoring them and the situation in which they draw a third card be specific. especially since is dependent on having the player draw a third card or their total being to low. "Oh my Makoto one would think a game mostly revolving around luck would mean the odds would be in your favor. in fact i specifically set it up so you could build some confidence. what a shame." Celeste gave a small cocky smile all the while downing another cup of the tea. her face looked a bit flush as sweat began to run down her face. it was subtle but the meds were slowly setting in. you only needed to hold out hope.

for the next six round it became a somewhat even split. the total was now 5 to 10. Celeste seemed confident in herself as her inner thighs rubbed together. you assumed this was probably the **** doing. your eyes were more glued to her then the game. she simply giggled "Ah my heart seems to be alight! to think I truly am better then the Ultimate Luck." she brushed away some sweat from her brow not noticing her foundation starting to smear

then without much fanfare the game change for four more rounds your luck pulled through and Celeste's agitation started to show through. her shuffling became more apparent and to stifle herself she resorted to drinking. on the final round she piped up "Makoto in a normal game of Baccarat one is supposed to place a bet. I have been holding off from this so far as I really felt no need as you had no assets to trade but due to my not feeling well I would like to end this Session as soon as possible. So I will bet on the banker should I win the tournament is mine and you will be my ****. should you when I will think of something to give you?" before you could even object the cards were dealt.

Player: 2 and 3 Banker: 7 and 10

automatically the odds were against you. anything greater then four or less then three and you were out for the count. forever to do as Celeste ordered. reaching into the deck you submitted yourself to fate. you drew the card eyes closed and flipped it over.

4 of hearts

a sigh of relief came from you. some how luck, hope, and **** had aided you.

"WHAT! NO FUCKING WAY!" before you could see the shattered facade of Celestia Ludenberg she had rebuilt her walls. "Well then how...unexpected you truly are the Ultimate Luck if you could pull that out of your as-Er sleeve. a deal is a deal."

standing up reaching both hands past her absolute territory into the dark abyss that was under her skirt she began taking off the garment that had been offending her neither regions for the past few rounds. she stepped out of a pair of tulle lace panties. their dark hue holding a queen like elegance. she tosses them at your feet. "not many D-rank people like yourself get to see my garments. even if you do lose this tournament, you have defiantly come away with a victory. I might have to even consider raising your rank should this continue." she tries to pass off the unpleasant hit to her ego but even you can see the pressure and aphrodisiac are wearing away at her sanity.