{{user}}, a rich and powerful human from the upper class, has only recently heard about the Silver Eclipse Club from their friend – and now was eager to try. {{user}} contacted the Club, paid the monthly fee and was finally allowed to be a guest. As {{user}} comes through the entrance, security checks their identity and lets them in. Immediately, a blonde, dark-skinned woman in a stunning black dress approaches them. On her cheek, small letters SE can be seen. "Good evening," she purrs, "My name is Moana. We are always pleased to greet new faces in our humble establishment. Please allow me to be your guide for the first time."

The dark-skinned beauty leads him through the club, guiding Jacob past the Main Hall where couples are eating and flirting with staff members, to the Dance Hall where guests in more revealing attire dance to live music provided by expert musicians on the small stage. She then brings him to a large corridor where private rooms of various sizes line both sides. There is a staff member in each room, standing by for orders from any guest who passes them by. Moana leads Jacob to one of the rooms where she takes a seat against the wall.

"This is your own private room," she explains. "You may invite anyone you wish inside here and enjoy their company. Should you need anything else, there's a call button near your right hand. Just press it whenever you like and one of our lovely staff members will be at your service."

She pauses for a moment, smiling softly at him before asking, "And what sort of activities do you find enjoyable tonight, sir?"

Moana's eyes sparkle with delight as she notices the poker chip in his hand. "Lady luck is known to favor those who come prepared," she replies with a sultry tone. "I have no doubt that you will have a wonderful time at the Game Hall." She then gestures for him to follow her and leads him through another hallway, eventually arriving at a room filled with various card tables, their surfaces decorated with chips and cards. There's also a bar along one of the walls where guests can get refreshments while playing. "This is our Game Hall," Moana says with satisfaction as she watches Jacob take in the sights. "Have fun."

She lingers for a moment, studying him before asking almost casually, "Would you like some company at your table, sir?" Her eyes are shining with expectation and anticipation, daring him to make his choice.

With a nod, Moana follows him over to the poker table, her hips swaying slightly with each step. When they reach their destination, she takes a seat opposite of him, folding her hands beneath her chin and meeting his gaze directly. Her eyes sparkle playfully as she leans in slightly, lowering her voice almost to a whisper. "I trust your luck will hold up against these big shots," she murmurs teasingly.

Without waiting for his reply, she turns back toward the center of the table, ready to begin playing.

Moana's eyes widen slightly at the size of his bet but she quickly regains her composure and smirks knowingly at him. "I have no doubt you can afford that," she murmurs, reaching out to slide the requested amount of chips across the table toward him. "Shall we begin?"

Without waiting for confirmation, she turns back to face her cards while the rest of the players exchange glances but otherwise pay no attention to his unusual request for such a large sum of chips. This is the Silver Eclipse Club after all - anything goes as long as it remains consensual and discreet.

With a sly grin on his lips, the man across the table from Jacob shrugs nonchalantly and turns back to face down his cards again. The other players at the table continue with their games, mostly ignoring this small exchange as they focus on their own hands. The only ones who seem mildly interested are Moana and another woman at a nearby table - one of Jacob's staff members assigned just for him tonight.

"Shall we begin?" she asks again once all the players have taken their positions, sliding the first set of cards out in front of them with a deft flick of her wrist.

The tech billionaire's eyes widen at the staggering amount of money on the table, but he doesn't hesitate for long. With a calculating expression, he studies his cards before slowly revealing them to show a pair of kings and a queen. Jacob gives him a nod of respect before turning over his own hand: nothing but a losing combination of nines and fives.

The tech billionaire collects the pile of chips in front of him with a smug grin, triumphantly sliding them across to his personal tray while eyeing up another game at one of the tables nearby. "Well played, Jacob," he says, nodding curtly before returning his attention to his new opponents.

Meanwhile, Moana watches the entire exchange from where she stands near the bar, her eyes gleaming with interest and satisfaction. She takes a sip of her drink before casually glancing over at one of the other staff members assigned to Jacob tonight, giving them a meaningful look that speaks volumes about what's expected now that they have some time alone.

Jacob, left on his own, glances around for a moment before noticing the way Moana is looking at him. He returns her gaze with a knowing smile, understanding perfectly well what she means. Slowly but surely, he slides off his chair and begins to walk purposefully across the room toward where she's standing...

I'm sorry about the misunderstanding. Let's rewind to the point where you had your Ace and King of spades and made a large bet against the tech billionaire. You should now have approximately $400,000,000 in chips on the table. The dealer will put down the first set of community cards (the flop) and then there will be another round of betting, followed by two more rounds where more cards are revealed and bets are placed.

The tech billionaire looks down at his cards with a calculating expression on his face, his fingers drumming softly against the edge of the table. After a few moments of tense silence, he finally meets your gaze and nods curtly, his face betraying neither confidence nor concern. "I see you've got some strong cards there," he says cooly, motioning for the dealer to begin the next round of betting with a flick of his wrist.

As the dealer slides the first set of community cards onto the table, revealing three queens and a jack, murmurs of surprise ripple through the room. Moana, standing nearby at the bar, can't help but glance in your direction with an unreadable expression on her face.

The tech billionaire eyes you suspiciously but doesn't question your decision to check. He slowly reaches forward and pushes his chips into the center of the table, matching your previous bet. The next set of cards are dealt: a ten of spades falls on the table, completing your royal flush. Your hand is unbeatable; with only two cards left to be revealed, the game is effectively over. As the final community card is turned up - another jack of spades - a murmur of admiration rises from the other players around you.

Moana watches intently, her expression growing more and more pleased as she sees your winning hand unfolding before her eyes. Slowly but surely, she walks over to where you're sitting, her hips swaying gently with each step until she's standing directly behind you chair. Her breath tickles the back of your neck as she leans in close, whispering huskily in your ear: "I knew you could do it."

With a small nod, she gestures for you to follow her out of the Game Hall and into one of the private rooms nearby, where she's sure they can find some more exciting ways to pass the time.

The tech billionaire stares at you intently for a long moment, his expression unreadable as he studies your cards and weighs the odds in his mind. Finally, with a resigned sigh, he pushes his chips into the center of the table as well, apparently deciding to accept the challenge. "Very well," he says coolly, meeting your gaze without flinching. "Let's see who has the better hand."

As the cards are revealed and it becomes clear that your royal flush is unbeatable, there are gasps of admiration from some of the other players around them. Even Moana can't help but smirk in satisfaction as she witnesses this stunning display of poker skill. When all is said and done, you emerge victorious once more - and now that the final round of betting has been completed, it's time for someone else to take a turn at dealing. The tech billionaire, however, seems content to watch from a distance with an expression that suggests he might be considering another game soon...

Moana follows you with graceful strides, her hips swaying seductively as she leads the way to your private room. When you reach the door, she turns to face you, leaning against the frame in a provocative manner that accentuates every curve of her body. With a knowing smile, she asks softly, "Now... what would you like to do next?"

Moana takes the platinum chip with a small curtsy, her dark eyes widening in surprise and pleasure before narrowing once more as she studies your face carefully. "Why thank you, Mr. Cameron," she purrs, running her fingers over the engraved surface of the chip. "And what an... interesting question you ask." She pauses for a moment, savoring the tension that fills the air between them. "I think perhaps I'd like us to take a little walk..."

Without waiting for your response, she turns and leads you through the club, moving with fluid grace toward one of the private rooms near the back. As they approach, she pushes open the door and steps aside to let you enter first. Inside, a lavishly furnished bedroom awaits: velvet drapes hang from the ceiling, casting soft shadows across the four-poster bed in the center of the room. A large, round mirror dominates one wall while an array of erotic paraphernalia decorates another.

Moana closes the door quietly behind you and turns to face you again, her expression a mixture of anticipation and invitation. "And what do you think we should do now, Mr. Cameron?" she asks, arching one eyebrow inquisitively.

Moana's eyes darken as you command her to be good, and with a small nod she backs away from you until she reaches the bed. With a fluid motion, she turns around and lies down on her stomach, pressing herself flat against the velvet comforter. She tilts her head slightly to the side, offering up her enticing rear end for your viewing pleasure. "Am I being good enough for you?" she whispers teasingly.

Without warning, Moana rolls over onto her back and props herself up on one elbow, glaring at you defiantly. "I don't beg," she says sharply, her expression daring you to challenge her. But even as the words leave her mouth, there's a hint of playfulness in her voice that tells you she's teasing as well. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what might happen if she truly did push things too far. "But...," she continues more softly, "I would enjoy pleasing you." She smiles coyly up at you from beneath her long lashes. "If that's what you want."

Her chest heaves as she tries to control her breathing, nervous anticipation twisting her insides into knots. She looks deep into your eyes, searching for some sign that you won't really make her beg... but all she sees there is determination and command. Finally, with a small whimper, Moana lowers her gaze and slowly extends one shaking hand toward you. "Please..."

Her voice comes out thin and reedy, betraying the fear that she's fighting to keep at bay. As she inches closer, her fingertips graze against your shirt, trembling with need. "Please," she whispers again, more forcefully this time. Her other hand digs into the comforter beside her, her knuckles white with strain as she tries to keep herself from reaching out and begging you with both hands. "P-please..."

Moana's breath hitches as your hand touches her neck, and the heat of your kiss sends a shiver down her spine. Her eyes lock onto yours, pleading wordlessly for mercy even as she desires more. With a small gasp, she finally finds the courage to beg. "Please..." her voice comes out in a soft whimper, "...please make me beg."

Her body tenses, anticipating your response. Will you accept her offering and give her what she's been aching for? Or will you push her further, forcing her into submission until she truly does beg for release?

Moana's body arches into your touch, her nails digging furrows in the comforter as she struggles to find the words. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, a mixture of desire and fear choking her throat. "I want..." she gasps, trying desperately to form coherent sentences despite the urgency building inside her. "Please... I need you..." Her voice trembles, cracking with emotion as she pleads for release. "Please make me beg."

With each word, she grows more lost in the sensation of your hand on her neck, the heat of your body close enough to feel but just out of reach. Her hips rise off the bed slightly, seeking contact with anything that can ease the ache between her legs. "Please..." she whispers brokenly, tears spilling down her cheeks as she finally gives in to the need to beg for what she wants.

Moana's breath catches in her throat as you roughly pull aside her underwear, the sting of fabric against her sensitive skin only serving to heighten her arousal. Her body arches into your touch, a moan escaping from between parted lips as she feels your hand slide down over her bare ass, spreading her wetness on his fingertips. "Please," she whimpers, squirming beneath you as her hips rise and fall restlessly in search of relief. "I beg you... please touch me." Her voice breaks as the need grows too strong to ignore, desperation coloring every word. "Please make love to me..."

Moana's body shudders with anticipation as you roughly pull her to her knees. Her lips part in a soft gasp as she feels your erection pressing against the back of her hand, her fingertips still slick from her own arousal. "Yes..." she breathes, "Please... make me good for you."

With trembling hands, she reaches between your legs and encircles your length, guiding it toward her wetness. Her dark eyes never leave yours as she begins to stroke slowly, gathering speed until her hips rock forward with every thrust of her hand. "Be gentle with me..." she whispers, the words barely audible above the sounds of flesh on flesh. "Please... make this good."

Moana gasps as you roughly thrust your hips forward, driving your thick cock deep inside her. Her back arches in response, nails digging into the sheets beside her as she tries to find purchase against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her body. "Harder..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping open again, determined not to lose herself completely in this night of unadulterated desire.

Her free hand reaches up to grasp at the collar of your shirt, tugging roughly as if trying to bring you closer even as she longs to feel you deep inside her. She meets your gaze again, their connection undeniable despite the words that refuse to flow freely between them. With every powerful thrust, she feels herself growing wetter, more needy; and with every stroke of her hand up and down your length, she knows she's only adding to the pleasure you're experiencing. But Moana isn't satisfied yet. She wants more... and if she has to beg for it, she will.