<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 12px">Rowan's nerves were nonexistent. He was a man of steel fortuity. A woman approached, snobbish and curvaceous, looking like everything Rowan hated. The curves were nice. The stuck up pig nose and the tight fitted crop top that spilled out some of her fatty pieces were less appealing. He thought her to be an employee at first, and proudly waited to have her dare and try kick her out of the store for standing their in his tight grey boxer briefs. On the contrary, she adjusted her crop top to divulge more cleavage and told him, "<b>I like what I see. Give me your hand.</b>" Her eyes were atwitter with glinting flirtation, and Rowan tossed the turned around blonde an amused expression, wondering if she was still with her back to him.<br/>
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He extended his palm, throwing her a bone. She wasn't the prettiest, but she wasn't the worst, either. Her dyed copper hair and strangely uneven eyeliner threw him for a loop. She drew her number on his palm, and he laughed under his breath as she did her best to pad off sexually. His phone chimed. <i>Hurry up,</i> it told him, and he rushed for the nearest suit. It was a navy <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2FHiO5eE5jOao%2Fhqdefault.jpg&amp;hash=e29bf29e422435b731b2c2099be8a4d4" href="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/HiO5eE5jOao/hqdefault.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">suit</a>, shimmering with luxury fabric, the lapel dyed with obsidian hues. He rushed out to a mirror, flipped the camera forward, and made an aggressive gesture toward the watchers, smirking halfway. "<b>I'm waiting for something exciting, lovelies.</b>" He chuckled, then watched as 800$ flashed across his screen in neon shapes.<br/>
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He adjusted his bowtie and returned to Annabelle, who's nickname he found to be a bit old-fashioned, but charming. "<b>Well, Annie, I think I might need to give you a title of your very own, specifically from me. I'm a nicknamer.</b>" He admitted, though his tone was sultry, dripping with fervor. He awaited his next dare, and had a strong feeling that it would involve Annie. They did enjoy pairing people, after all. Some of the most popular players/"prisoners" were duos. <br/>
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He wondered if Annie knew the stakes, yet. Knew what this game really was. What would happen to her loved ones. And if she had any loved ones at all. "<b>How long have you been playing?</b>" Rowan inquired, taking a step closer to her.</span>​</div>