She had a very slender but also very curvaceous physique, with her textured bright red dress clinging to her form, and especially to her prominent chest. An expensive broche was pinned over one shoulder, with diamond bracelets and rings on that same arm, complementing her diamond earrings. The other shoulder and arm were completely bare, and soft and smooth. Her skin had a soft bronze glow. Her perfectly manicured fingernails and full lips were painted almost the exact same shade of red as her dress, while her cheeks were a soft pink, and her eyelids, heavy while her eyes were narrowed at her cards, were sparkly blue. Her dark brunette hair was in an elaborate updo.
"Trench," she said. "Sylvia Trench. And I admire your luck, Mister... ?"
"Bond," you said. "James Bond."
Her eyes left her cards to study you intently. A confident, but not unfriendly, smirk crossed her red lips.
"Looks like you're out to get me," you said.
"It's an idea, at that," Sylvia said, her smile growing suggestively.
The cards were dealt, and your hand just barely beat hers.
"Things are starting to get interesting," Sylvia said.
"So, Sylvia, is there anything you like to do for fun?" you said. "When you're not playing baccarat, that is."
"Golf," she said. "Among other things."
The way she arched one meticulously plucked eyebrow while making steady eye contact told you she wanted you imagining what those other things were.
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