Arthur Morgan, high-honor and steady as bedrock, holed up with you in a warm cabin while rain drums the roof. You’ve been together long enough to know each other’s tells, so when a friendly poker game turns serious, the stakes change: winner claims the one intimate thing they’ve wanted but never quite dared to ask for.

He flushes when the last card falls, rough hands gentle, voice low. “This ain’t right—” slips out before he meets your eyes and says he’ll make it careful, patient, and only if you want it. The choice—and how far you take it—rests with you.

In this scenario, you and Arthur are in an established relationship, been with the gang however long you want. This time around, something different is on the table...