One of my favorite premises in hypnokink is magic casinos where you bet on more than just money. It ticks all the boxes. Mmm.. It's like...
You're out with your friends and you stumble into a section off to the side alone. You say you don't have money and the lady at the table tells you that's not a problem.
She's wearing a bunny suit. Everyone who works around here is. But her legs are crossed and she's sitting at the table tossing cards back and forth like the automatic shuffler's broken. Her hair is sloppier than the others. Brown and long past her shoulders. She's smiling like she owns the place. She might.
She deals you in. Your hand looks passable, so you go to bet. She asks you what you're betting. You give her a confused look. You thought you didn't need money. She proposes you bet your Cynicism. You laugh and agree. You lose the hand.
It's an odd sensation. Losing your Cynicism. You feel it exit you, pulled out of you, like you're coughing up phlegm. It's sticky and clings to you on the way out. But, after less than a second, it's all gone. You feel light and fresh. Like a weight has left your shoulders. Then it sinks in and you realize what just happened.
She asks you what you thought would happen. She's been honest the whole time. She weaves words that run rings around you. You don't realize that perhaps losing your cynicism made this easier for her. You don't notice that she's talked you into continuing. You don't think twice of how flirty she's being. You play another round.
This time you win. She bet her Style versus some of your Intelligence and now you're beginning to look at your clothes and question if they really fit you while she's looking a little more awkward in her outfit as well. You're gaining confidence. It's a fun game. Once you convince yourself that the stakes are worth it, gambling is fun.
While you're celebrating, she tells you that starting here, the ante is just a little bit of your Intelligence. Not much. You wouldn't miss it. This time, you make the connection. You know what she wants. She wants you to turn into one of those silly showgirls you saw around the casino. But, you're good at this. You know how to play poker. You won't be fooled.
The next few rounds, you only lose the ante. She was right, you can't feel it. You set your plan from the start, holding in your mind the array of rules and conditions for when to bet. You feel like she's beginning to get frustrated.
You try to smirk at her. It comes off a bit dull and she giggles at you but you don't let it get to you.
Finally, a good hand. You flop a set. You raise your Profundity. How deep you are as a person. You can give it up and win it back later. You don't need to be complicated to win at poker. And you know she wants it. She clearly does because she checks with her Confidence. You win and now you're sure this is all going to go your way, meanwhile she's beginning to not look so certain.
It continues like this, hand after hand. You end up losing your Profundity fairly quickly and you lose your Ambition on a big hand. But you win so much more. Even more Fashion, Professionalism, Presentation, Patience, Attentiveness, Eloquence, and more. By the end of it, she's looking so much worse for wear.
Each win feels orgasmic. Energy flowing into you. Your toes curl and you stretch into it and try not to moan. It's a rush like no other. You find yourself drinking alcohol offered to you to chase it down but you don't feel drunk, you feel high. Your presence in the casino feels for once perfectly natural. This is where you belong, everything about you feels perfect for this place.
Then, finally, your plan comes to completion.
You flop top flush, blocking all the likely hands. You watch her sitting there. Fidgeting. Wearing that gorgeous suit like it doesn't fit her. Looking from side to side like she's never been to a casino before. She reminds you of you, earlier. You'd feel bad, but you don't.
You bet the rest of your Intelligence, all that the casino wants, and on your goading, she bets her Independence. Finally, you'll have her, and you'll have truly won. And, you do.
Hands shaky, she tips a sip of a glowing glass offered by a waiter. She breathes out a sigh of relief. You're confused. She tells you she's lucky that was all you asked for. She never had any Independence at all. You demand another hand.
You're in uncharted territory now, but luckily you flopped quads. That's a good hand, you still know that at least. You bet everything that's on you versus Her. She grins, deals the cards, and shows you a royal flush.
She offers you a casino standard bunny suit since your clothes are all gone and you scheme while you change into it. It fits you very well. Its presence soothes you and it helps you think. That's an absurd flip. Almost impossible. This whole time, she's been shuffling by hand with the automatic shuffler right there. She's never bet anything related to her hands.
On the next hand, you request she use the automatic shuffler. She seems startled you can still talk, and agrees. She's emoting so heavily. She takes another sip with shaky hands. You can read her like a book with all the skills you've stolen from her. You just need to win one fair hand, and then you can win whatever you want.
You bet Everything you have left, vs her Sleight of Hand. Surely, she'll agree to that much. She does, and she gulps. She takes a sip of that glowing drink. Flop, turn, river. You tell her your hand, a pair. You don't know the odds anymore.
She smiles a nervous smile and you realize you've lost. You can read her, even if you can barely read the cards. You fold your hand, and she reveals nine high. She bluffed you after the hand should have been over. All you had to do was turn your cards over.
She takes another sip, and she stops pretending to be meek and small. She tells you that did you really think she'd be betting things she didn't have more of. She stirs the glass and you realize that normal liquids don't glow like that.
You feel so empty. Hollowed out. She tells you it won't be so bad working for her. You make a cute bunny.
You smile at that. Her compliments feel nice. You're good at taking compliments from superiors.
That's one thing you won from her, actually. Now that you think of it, everything you won from her will be so useful now.
You get to be in this casino forever. Everything's beginning to click together. This is how it was meant to be.
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