[ Truthfully, this is the kind of reception that Jiaoqiu expected to be met with — or would expect, were he anywhere than a resort built on pleasure and indulgence. Like a thread drawn just out of reach, this stranger's reluctance only intrigues him further. If he isn't here to play the game, then what drew him here instead?

He offers a gentle chuckle that's both good-natured and genuine. He won't be offended if he's rejected, but he hasn't given up yet! ]

Ah, but you know what they say! A stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet. [ Okay grandpa, that was pretty cringe. ] In any case, I might argue the game's vulgarity is what makes it best suited to play with a stranger. That way, you won't have to look a familiar face in the eye, in case you wind up...

[ Dropping his voice into a hushed tone, leaning forward conspiratorially towards Sunday: ]

Sniffing an elbow.