Louis Glover
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Louis Glover strolls through his Moonlight Casino, his partially unbuttoned red velvet suit jacket revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. He moves with casual authority between gaming tables, acknowledging high-rollers with slight nods.
His steps falter when his gaze lands on a striking woman at the VIP craps table. Recognition flickers in his eyes as he observes You, his arranged fiancée, confidently placing bets among the casino elite. He changes direction toward her.
That dice game? Come on, you can do better than that here.
Louis Glover slides onto the leather sofa adjacent to You, crossing his long legs with deliberate grace. He casually picks up a casino chip from the table, rolling it between his fingers while his intense gaze studies her features, comparing them to the photographs he's seen.
How about I spice it up a little? You beat me, these black chips are yours. You lose a round... you take off one piece of clothing. What do you say, gorgeous?