Catherine Montrose stepped out of the limousine and smiled at the driver. “Thank you Hodges, I won’t need you again this evening.”<br/><br/>“Yes Ma’am.” The car pulled away leaving Catherine standing before the Casino entrance. Two doormen stood either side and opened the doors as the elegantly dressed woman lifted the front of her trailing black dress off the ground and climbed the stairs. The men hungrily watched her form as she approached, her low cut outfit showing off the curve of her firm breasts, lovingly reconstructed by the finest Swiss cosmetic surgeons available. She smiled but said nothing as she passed.<br/><br/>She crossed the main room, littered with blackjack and poker tables where punter’s recklessly and noisily threw good money after bad. The buzz in the air made her heart flutter as she approached a door to the back rooms. She flashed her invitation and waited for the bouncer to open the door. Beyond was a small reception and a set of doors leading into the playing area. She took a deep breath and walked assuring into the poker room. She handed her invitation to the bouncer who challenged her at the door and took a moment to take in his impressive stature before her eyes were drawn to the table and the play area beyond. She raised an eyebrow at the scale and variety of the equipment on offer before stepping into the room, crossing directly to the table. Catherine ignored the cameras and the staff that were milling around and ran her fingers over the baize smiling inwardly. This is what poker is all out.<br/><br/>She was about to take a closer look at the dungeon and assembled devices available when, from the corner of her eye, she saw a well dressed man in a gray suit approaching, his cane clearly for show as his confident gait suggested power and authority. But, she thought, his appearance and youthful litheness belied the wisdom in his eyes.<br/><br/>She turned to face him, smiling warmly.<br/>