Chapter 11: Stake of a Stunner

Ivy Jackson wasn't dressed in clothing, but wrapped in a long, fiery red silk scarf around her bosom and lower body. Her hair was curled up into sexy waves that cascaded down her back, and she was adorned with a simple makeup that suited her perfectly. Besides the two silk scarves, there wasn't anything else on her body to cover up her nudity.

Ivy was waiting in the room, nervously anticipating what was to come. Regardless of who bought her, she was determined to persuade him to spare her. She had to reveal her identity at the right time. She could not leave her first sexual experience in the hands of a stranger, in a place and context like this.

A purple scarf had lightly wrapped her entire body, transparent tape had even enveloped her mouth. Then, two muscular men lifted her, one holding her legs, the other holding her shoulders, carrying her out like an offering. After navigating winding paths, they pushed open a door, the sound of bustling activity reaching her ears.

The reception hall was noisy, filled with raucous, loud voices, and was brightly lit.

Ivy was gently laid down in the center of a table, the overhead chandelier so bright it was blinding. Glancing around the expansive room, she saw men, women, old folks, young people, all kinds. All were looking at her with strange gazes.

Ivy wished she was dead but had to grit her teeth and pretend to be calm, subjecting herself temporarily to this abuse.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Dark Night Casino, I am your MC tonight, Mr. Max!"

There was a huge cheer. Amidst the cheers, Ivy took in the surroundings. Turns out it was a casino, with many gambling tables and types of left assemble. Scruffy individuals, high-class people, people in uniforms, they had it all.

Ivy sniffed a scent of crime; she was willing to bet that this was an illegally run casino. Going off her situation, this wasn't their first time trafficking people!

Ivy Jackson's face was still partially covered, but her eyes could see everything. The excitement in the eyes of those who saw her when she was brought out was like seeing fresh gambling goods. It couldn't be more obvious! There was such a lavish place on the seemingly tranquil island. It seemed all the island dwellers were gathered here...

"Tonight's merchandise, absolutely top-tier! She's as attractive as a bud about to bloom, whether it's her devilishly seductive body or the angel-like bright face, she's definitely top quality! But tonight, not everyone can join in the bid! Our specially made tonight is all-natural, a rarity in human history... a virgin!"

"Oh...oh, oh!" Hoots echoed, complimenting the MC.

"Wow!"

Cheers and screams filled the place, Ivy really wondered, are virgins really that rare? Or perhaps no, she's wrong. It's not that virgins are rare, but beautiful virgins like her are.

"Our opening bid is no less than a hundred thousand dollars. Anyone interested can join in on this luxurious bet!" The MC snapped his fingers, and a brawny man quickly unwrapped the purple silk from Ivy's body. Ivy, draped only in two silk scarves, was seated erotically in the middle of the table enticing the crowd.

Several strong guards were restraining the crowd eager to get a feel of the betting goods. Ivy wanted to use her hands to cover her body, maybe even her face, but forgot, her hands were bound, and her feet chained. At this moment, she was completely powerless.

She was mature, although privately, she was aged 28, she was a blooming flower in its prime. Yet, this flower had not blossomed but was so stunning that any man present would dare to give up everything, even fully aware of the dire consequences.

Soon everyone had placed their bets; nearly a dozen people chose to participate in this high stake gamble. Ivy sat there like a wax figure, wishing to be just that. She had never experienced such a horrific situation. Such insult amounted to agony for her.

Just as everyone was ready to begin, a chilling voice suddenly rang out from a corner, "We'll raise the stakes, a single round to determine the winner, the bet is… three hundred thousand dollars!"

Ivy looked up to see a man in a suit wearing glasses approach. From the looks of him, he seemed humble and gentlemanly, but he was much more immoral! Ivy watched this all unfold with a cold detachment, the room erupting in a tumultuous uproar.

Suddenly, she turned and looked towards the darkest corner of the room. Why did she always feel... there was a pair of eyes vaguely looking at her? Coming from that exact direction!

A pair of dark eyes drew back into the darkness; a thin-lipped smirk emerged, an equally soft voice whispered along with it, "Heh... She's noticed..."

"Boss, noticed what?" A man, standing by his side, bowed and asked.

"I'm watching her." The man said, his smile deepening at the corners of his mouth. As the man behind him looked puzzled, the first man slowly rose from his seat, his frivolous gaze focused on the crowd, uttering coldly, "This gamble, I'll personally handle it." With that, he sauntered out from his dark corner, gradually emerging into the light.

"Boss?" The man behind quickly caught up, his face a picture of panic, "You can't come out, you forgot…"

"Hush!" The first man shot the follower a cold look, leaving him quiet but still visibly anxious.

The man strode towards the crowd, bathed in blinding light. His gaze never leaving the exquisite item on display. Such a beautiful item… how could he miss this exciting gamble?

Someone broke the rules, and the gamble was temporarily suspended. Everyone was reluctant to risk everything on a single round, which could mean significant loss. However, the bespectacled man who stirred the pot had quickly retreated, pausing only to whisper, "Boss!"

With the man's appearance, everyone who was watching and arguing about the gamble held their breath.

This was the Dark Night Casino, where all sorts of people might show up. Tycoons, the regular wealthy, but never before had there been a man so imposingly handsome.

His somber eyes kept one guessing his thoughts; his thin lips suggested he was a ruthless man, possibly of a cold temperament. His sculpted cheeks, the intimidating aura that made people step aside... This man wasn't a playboy, he was an attractive man who commanded respect.