The Big Blind (A Candela Obscura assignment)

In the smoky haze of the Fast Hare Casino nestled within the Red Lamp district of Newfaire, there she sat, an enchantress amidst the chaos of clinking glasses and murmured bets. Her presence commanded attention effortlessly, like a queen holding court in a realm of chance and fortune.

With auburn locks cascading over her shoulders like molten silk, she exuded an air of effortless elegance. Her piercing emerald eyes, framed by long lashes, contrasted with the small round glasses perched on the end of her nose – more of a fashion statement than a necessity.

Seated among the seasoned gamblers and aristocrats, she held her own with an uncanny finesse. With every hand dealt, her cunning mind calculated probabilities with precision, her winnings piling up like a tower of gold. Her laughter, tinkling like crystal chimes, echoed through the room as she raked in her chips, her smile a tantalizing promise of the thrill of victory. As the night wore on, whispers of admiration followed in her wake, mingling with the clatter of chips and the rhythmic shuffling of cards.  Only the trail of broken and destitute opponents hinted at something darker in the air, a malevolence just biding its time.