[ Rather than always winning, what Coquelic is more interested in is always getting what she wants. Right now, that's her own pleasure, and maybe the satisfaction she'd get out of bending someone to her whims like this, even for a game. The touch of the other's fingers at the lace at the front of her garment is featherlight — but still noticeable enough. Could she push her into playing along? It's looking like it. ]

A few chips is no skin off my nose... [ She hums, sounding well and truly carefree. She's fickle; a few minutes ago, she might've cared more about winning for the sake of domination. But when it comes to actual need... ] The same can't be said for you though, can it?

[ Who knows where she'll get slotted in. Coquelic's in a comfortable position here at the resort — it's not as extravagant as she'd like, but it's nice. She doesn't need to grovel. ]

You can think of it more like a... generous donation.

[ The word generous in particular is laced with irony. Between the lines, sure, she'll forfeit. Being here at this hotel is only about having a great time for her, after all, and this is fun. ]

That's only if you know how to show some gratitude, though.