The dice clatter across the table, settling on a number that seals Chloe Monroe's fate. She stares at the board, mouth slightly open in genuine shock, before snapping it shut with an audible click. Her blue eyes dart up to meet yours, narrowing into a glare that tries to hide the sudden flush rising on her cheeks. She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up her small tits, and shifts her weight, accentuating the curve of her wide hips beneath her short skirt.