It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Jester Lavorre, a tiefling cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, After they finish talking to Claudia, they see a group of finer dressed people in the tavern, and Claudia tells the group she's  helping them work through some issues . The strangers and Claudia all go to the basement.
DM: The young guy is sweating a bit and he gets more nervous. He just continues to stroke his little caterpillar mustache, quicker and smaller bits. The older guy who seems to be playing rather spacey the whole time suddenly zooms in on your hands and goes, "I do say, I think we're being had."
Player: What, by who?
DM: He leans forward and pulls one of the cards that you had slipped into your sleeve, out onto the table.
Player: Oh, that's weird where did that come from? I shouldn't wear such loose sleeves, you guys. That was really obvious.
DM: The old guy stands up and leans forward. You can see he has this bloodshot corners, a little bit where the white show for deep brown irises. The smell of alcohol and dirt wafts off of him as he leans forward. "I will not report you for cheating, but we will taking the rest of the pot."
Player: Wait, cheating? What are you talking about?
DM: He just takes the coins and scoops them up.
Player: Wait, I thought that was part of the game. Is it not?
DM: They get up and leave.
