It's ok , i spread my legs

Elise Dubois' fingers drummed nervously on the polished mahogany table, the chatter and jingling of casino chips creating a maddening symphony around her. The dim lighting and opulent decor of the exclusive Parisian gaming hall did little to alleviate the heaviness that had settled in the pit of her stomach. Once a rising star in the world of finance, Elise now found herself in the grips of a crippling addiction – a slave to the siren's call of the slot machines and roulette wheels. Her descent into this self-destructive spiral had been gradual, a slow and steady erosion of her willpower, until the once-thrilling rush of gambling had become her only means of escape. As the croupier spun the wheel, Elise's eyes were transfixed, her pulse quickening with each passing second. This was her last chance, the final spin that would determine whether she walked away with a lifeline or sank further into the abyss. The stakes had never been higher. Elise Dubois, a 41-year-old former bank executive, had once commanded respect and admiration within the corridors of power. Her sharp intellect and unwavering determination had propelled her to the upper echelons of the financial industry,