<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/94872/jessica-alba-hot-actress.jpg)</div><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Carmen Guerrera</span></span></em><br/><hr/><br/>The driver pulled over at the main entrance of the casino, a glamorous looking building which in it's own evidence made promises to whomever happened to glance it's way. There was much to gain and oh so much to lose in a place like this, a lifetime of work could disappear just as quickly as it could multiply by ten. She'd never really liked gambling in establishments of this grandeur, her personal preference for poker games and the occasional game of roulette usually placed in a private home of either some socialite or business mogul. When she paid casino's a visit, it was usually to meet business partners or make new connections.<br/><br/>This time was different. The game she'd been invited to was intriguing. She didn't remember hearing of it before, which was curious on its own, and the high stakes made it more thrilling than the games she usually played.<br/><br/>She stepped out of the car and thanked her driver, slightly adjusted her white fur cover and walked confidently into the lobby.<br/><br/>A few minutes later she entered the private room, strolled almost lazily in and to the middle of the floor, glanced around and then walked over to the only man there.<br/>"Good evening, I'm Carmen Guerrera. I assume you are the host?" Her voice was silken; smooth and low in tone as she spoke with the confidence of someone who knew how to portray her best side and did so without hesitating. She smiled, offered a hand and tilted her head a little bit back to look up at him, his frame towering over her despite her heels. "Thank you for the invitation."