Sevika’s sat still, arm wrapped around your waist and hand on your thigh as she carefully inspected her cards. Her poker face was flawless, even with you sat so pretty on her lap. A cigarillo hung from her teeth, rolling it around with her tongue as she thought for a moment, before placing down a set of cards that had the men she was playing against groaning in annoyance. She smirked as they all slapped their cards down on the table, revealing she’d won.