Vince lost all his money at the casino, and ended up at a shady backroom poker game in an attempt to win it back; he only lost more. But with no money left, those shady players decided they needed to collect something from Vince.
“So how long do I need to be stuck in this body pretending to be your escort?” Vince asked as he posed for a photograph on a bridge overlooking some of the casinos.
The man he was with laughed. “You are pretending,” He said, “For all intents and purposes, you ARE my escort. You will continue to be until I say otherwise. And even once you are done, you’ll still have to pay me back the actual money somehow.”
Vince didn’t like the sound of any of this.
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