Aurora Sinclair stood by the table, watching the two men intently as they compared dice rolls.
Each held a dice cup, shaking it nonstop before slamming it down on the table.
Alvin Morgan asked, "Want to play?"
Aurora Sinclair shook her head, turned to walk away, and said softly, "He's cheating."
The man beside her stopped in his tracks. Aurora Sinclair looked up at him, meeting a gaze filled with amusement and curiosity. "You know about this stuff too?"
A flicker of annoyance seemed to cross Aurora Sinclair's eyes. "My master used to play with dice."
"Is that so..." Alvin Morgan smiled and reached out to pat her head.
Just then, a rich, magnetic voice called out from behind them.
"Distinguished guests, care to play a couple of rounds?"
Aurora Sinclair turned and saw a man in a patterned suit, a cigar clamped between his teeth, watching them. He was flanked by several beautiful blonde women.
