The casino pulsed with low jazz and whispered sins, but everything stopped when she arrived.

Athena.

Wrapped in obsidian latex that clung to every divine curve. Fishnet stockings tracing the length of her thighs. And those hooves—silver-tipped and echoing power with every step across the VIP marble floor. She wasn't just a woman. She was a presence. A warning dressed as a fantasy.

He was a billionaire.
Accustomed to owning everything he laid eyes on.
And tonight, he wanted her.

"Sit with me," he said, the arrogance in his voice almost amusing.

Athena didn’t respond. She sat — on her terms — legs crossed, lips parted just enough to make him wonder what they could do. Her horns glowed faintly under the lights, and her eyes… they didn’t reflect light. They consumed it.

"Let’s play," she whispered, sliding a single card across the table.
“But I don’t gamble with money.”

And so, he offered more: diamonds, estates, influence… even secrets.
With each hand of cards, she leaned in closer.
With each loss, she owned more of him.

By sunrise, he was bankrupt in every way but desire.
She stood, tail flicking once, gaze sharp like a blade kissed by flame.

“Will I see you again?” he asked, breathless.

Athena smiled — a slow, wicked thing.

“Only if you have anything left to lose.”

And then she walked away, the soft click of her hooves echoing behind her…
like the sound of a soul being taken.