You enter the busy room, made pretty by the decent number of humans mindlessly staring as their fixed in positons: each wooden chair with a human sitting on them, arms on armrests, their back as backsupport, their lap where you sit. One near the centre used as an ashtray, watching a man rub his cigarette on it's tongue. One hanging from above with lights attached to every body part, swinging lightly. A few placed in clever ways as decoration on the walls, made pretty with lights and such. Some supporting the glass table platform where the cards are being placed, staring up blankly with dazed eyes. One decorated girl on her knees singing quietly constantly like a music box, trying her best to sing whatever was asked of her.

Your friend said this was high risk poker and you did like playing such but.. your life was quite the high steaks bet. Being hypnotised to believe yourself an object and act the part forever, never treated as human again only furniture, only for a purpose. Made no more comfortable by their light level of clothing or how 70% of them were women.

You sat down to play, and tried to ignore the side of you that found the idea of losing thrilling, and focused on trying to win.

"You know the stakes? You lose you become one, you win you get $100,000, and optionally can take one object from here. I warn ya, I ain't bad at this game, nor will running work."

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