Hopefully this doesn't get confusing... since Judith Jesus and I are writing Masters together, we decided to fill in the time with some side stories in between jason's sessions and time he spends recuperating from them. This is going to be kind of on the fly, so hopefully it's enjoyable and not confusing!
Ante Up!
Join Dante for a friendly evening of poker! Put your money where your mouth is and lay all your cards on the table. Dealer's Choice!
Time: 8:00 P.M.
Place: Fourth Floor Suite
Food and drinks will be provided, along with poker chips.
Bets will range from $25 to $5,000 each.
WARNING: The first to fold in each hand will have their name written on a piece of paper. At the end of the night, the winner of the pot will select one of these players for his own six-hour torture session. Same rules apply for this player as for the slave, but anal penetration and electricity are able to be used if so desired. So stand your ground, and see if you have what it takes to win big!
Dante
The Masters arrived between seven-thirty and five minutes til eight in the evening. Master Midas was in the midst of his session with jason.
Since this was a friendly game between eaquals and friends, no one referred to each other as "Master." Furher, there was no need to wear their robes; those were reserved strictly for jason.
Dante poured liquor and mixed cocktails for everyone, while they helped themselves to a buffet of finger foods.
"So, any questions before we get started?" Dante asked.
Lucifer cleared his throat quietly. "This torture session you mentioned for the first to fold in each hand-"
"First of all," Dante clarified, "the session is only for one of the players who folds first in each hand. The winner at the end of the night will choose from these players as his own personal guest for six hours. So don't worry. It doesn't mean that the winner gets to torture everyone who folds first, just one."
"Okay," Lucifer said with a nod. "But what if one of us folds first more than once in the course of the night? Do we settle that 'Hunger Games' style?"
Dante laughed. "I admit, I didn't really think of that. I didn't intend for this to be a random draw. I intended it to be Winner's Choice. So I suppose that even if a player is the first to fold more than once during the course of the night, it won't affect his odds of being chosen one way or the other. Any objections to this?" he asked, looking around.
"Another question, if I may," Allen interjected, "when you say 'anal penetration,' does that include fucking?"
"Absolutely not," Dante said, waving his hand. "I mean devices like dildos and pears and things of that sort."
A few of the Masters murmured their relief, and others their disappointment.
"Now then," Dante continued, "if you'd like to buy your chips, you may do so here." He gestured to the table on which was placed a small safe and a box of poker chips next to it.
"Are you the Dealer for this hand?" Hades asked casually as he counted out a modest five hundred dollars and handed it to Dante.
Dante varied the amount of chips as he dished them out. "Dealer will be determined by random draw for the first hand, then we'll move clockwise around the table. Any objections to this?"
"I suggest that the winner of each hand be the Dealer for the next," Torquemada chimed in. "Might make the game more interesting."
Dante paused, thinking it over. Finally, he nodded, and counted out fifteen thousand dollars' worth of chips for Torquemada. "Sounds reasonable to me. Objections?"
I'm so thrilled at how it's working out.
Thank you