Owner	Pose
Emma Frost	It was contrary to the norms of the Hellfire Club rather than a game of cards or chess in the area but rather one of dice. Various individuals present seeming to be wagering on a series of rolls, things bounding about the tables with the occasional exchange or grunt. Of course everyone having their own litlte edge in it. Whether the dice they used were 'worn' some, whether someone with enhanced reflexes tweaked the arc..     Or in the case of Emma Frost, using someone that had probability warping abilities as her roller.
Jennifer Stavros	Sometimes a girl has got to have a steak. Despite her luck, the pale blonde hasn't been rolling in dough of late, but when there is a windfall, she gets itchy fingers. The sweetheart neckline of her deep red dress, reminiscent of the '50s, flatters the glow of her pale skin. Its wide banded waist flows into a simple box pleated skit, emphasizing her bust and svelte figure. Standing nearly touching Emma, Jennifer watches the table and other players without calling attention to herself.
Emma Frost	And this is sometimes what games are for. Emma is using Jennifer as a 'ringer' for her 'roller' here and giving the girl a significant stake of the winnings. So Jennifer can have her stake and eat it too. As another winding of the dice goes across the table, and the odds are updated along with some 'awws' as things fail.
Jennifer Stavros	Jennifer maintains a wary on the croupier but relies on Emma for 'hearing' any trouble before it brews. If need be, she would 'roll' her own version of dice and be off the premises with her winnings before being called out. She had already lucked out by being the consummate mind reader's rabbit's foot. She'd take the risk any day for half of the high stakes winnings.
Emma Frost	It was a game. Cheating, abusing powers, all for such low stakes. Such heavy risks for sums so paltry. A forum where everyone participating had their own particular edge, thier own particular 'twist' to win. Their own way to abuse the system. Which made it fun - who could cheat the most creatively and not be caught?     Another flick of the dice going across the table - from Jennifer. A series of 'ahhs' that would spread as attention was redirected elsehwere to where someone had taken a trick shot assassin that could kill with a playing card and it had come up snake eyes
Jennifer Stavros	Wary, she might be, but Jennifer thrills at competing in an every woman or man for herself game. Let the cheating come on! The thump of the dice on the green baize surface is like music to her ears. One side of her mouth crooks in a smile at the snake eyes. Out of view, a white disc appears in Jennifer's hand. Keeping it in the folds of her silk skirt she flips it from finger to finger. She presses lightly against Emma, letting her know that luck is on her side.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would keep her attention on the game. She can't let it be directly seen to who her 'roller' is. The sensation of a smile, of approvla, of scheming is sent along a telepathic tightbeam to the girl as Emma gives her a low mental chuckle.     The dice are passed along, even as it's Jennifer's turn again. The person behind her having the look of them as a low end magic user. The dice having a small hex put upon them.
Jennifer Stavros	Jennifer's big blue eyes, perfectly made up, radiate nonchalant innocence. It would take another telepath to know that she was bending the laws of probability in her 'team's' favor. In her world view, it is often a team sport. Of course, she lets them lose on the occasional rolls - all the better to lull the other players into a sense of complacence. The unwary will better bigger.
Emma Frost	Part of the game is also knowing /when/ to cheat,a nd when to take a loss for the greater good. Where's the fun if you're -caught- cheating, after all? The next roll comes out badly - sometimes one has to take that. The roll fails, money is pushed away from the stack.. And that's the way it goes.     The dice clatter, the odds are adjusted, and the wagers grow higher and higher - well, by the standards of people in Jennifer's income branch.     Amongst the members of the club? Each roll is for a paltry few million. The type one bribes a public servant with. The dice comes back to Jennifer, and Emma watches on in approval of the schemes of her minion.
Jennifer Stavros	Flushed cheeks which flatter the young woman and enhance her glow of innocence are her only tell. Luckily, no one at the Club tonight knows that weakness. She blushes too easily, an embarrassment to someone who wants to appear more worldly wise in other situations - flirting for example. A white disc spins into existence under the cover of her skirt. The dice thunk dully on the table, bringing them a win that will set Jennifer up in clothes, makeup, stocks and a new car. It takes a real effort not to jump in place and clap her hands.
Emma Frost	It's part of the game. The thrill. No doubt Jennifer could get this sort of money far, far easier and wiht far lower risks than this. But why should she? Where's the fun in diong things the easy way? Emma smiles into the mind's eye of Jennifer like a cheshire cat as Jennifer rolls in the wins. Knowing when to wager, when to strike.. And when the dice show up, and the odds are in her favor.
Jennifer Stavros	Jennifer gives Emma the prearranged signal. It doesn't take a telepath for her to sense that the other players though rich, don't relish losing large sums of money. Penny pinching what is chump change for most of them gathered here tonight is a trait common among the rich. Always cut a corner to save money when you can. Well, this girl is poor compared to them. too poor to have a bank account in the Cayman's though she might know someone who can help her with that. Right now, she is of a mind to gather her wins for the evening.
Emma Frost	Always know when to cut and run - or at least to cut the coinpurse that won't be missed for the longest. For Jennifer, the return of tonight's chicanery would last for a good, long while. For the people playing here? The loss would be completely unnoticed. Emma gives Jennifer a smile over as the signal was given. She goes to excluse herself a short time later, making her own payout of the money she had lost, leaving an array of specie behind.     Jennifer is given another mental smile and exchange of affection as she would depart.