Draw a card

|| TARIS: UPPER CITY CANTINA, PAZAAK ROOM ||

Tensely, you decide to play on, and draw another card from the deck. Turning it over, you can't help but grin as you see the +4 symbol in the center. Niklos frowns, and from his expression as he takes his card, he clearly hasn't got the result he was hoping for. He throws his cards down in disgust as you scoop up your winnings.

"You were lucky to win the last match!" he snarls. "But luck is no substitute for skill in pazaak. If you are foolish enough to play me again I won't repeat the mistake of underestimating you."

Behind him, you spot Christya looking at you breathlessly. You tell Niklos you aren't interested, and brush him off to approach the flushed fanatic. "I saw your match against Niklos. He doesn't lose very often. I bet you could make a lot of credits as a professional pazaak player!"

She moves in closer, twirling a lock of her hair around one finger. "You know, you're my kind of guy," she murmurs. "Rich and handsome – just the way I like them. Why don't we slip away to the tap room together? The bartender can mix us up something special for only twenty credits."

You think that twenty credits is expensive for a couple of drinks, but the girl is clearly used to the finer things in life. Perhaps noticing your hesitation, she trails her hand down your chest and draws up to whisper in your ear: "If you play your cards right, pazaak might not be the only game you get lucky at tonight."