New Orleans

Renee sat at one of the poker tables on the riverboat, her eyes hidden underneath her hair as she used her sleight of hand to win the big pots and the occasional small pot. This was a rather big round, with the man next to her, some playboy billionaire from the looks of him, having raised his bet to $50,000 in the hopes that no one would match him. She simply smiled, grabbed her suitcase off of the floor, pulled out that amount in cash, and placed it, plus an extra $25,000, on the table. While she had been doing this, she had switched out a card in her hand to give herself a royal flush. She had never used her powers for a royal flush, mainly because no one would trust someone who always got the full set, but with stakes this high, she was willing. The man's face was smug as he laid out his hand, a Straight Flush. Renee took a drag from her cigarette, and blew a smoke ring in the air, putting the stub in the ashtray.
"My dear seely playboi," she said triumphantly, taking a drink of his Scotch to boot, "Next time, stick to playing with your poker buddies.". As she spoke, she laid down her Queen, and then her King, of Hearts, the playboy looking dumbfounded as the Suicide king stared up at him. As she collected her winnings, he grabbed her hand.
"Hold on, my dear, there must be some way to at least catch a name from you!" He said, acting as if he was hitting on her, but his eyes betraying the anger at being shown up. Renee picked up the suicide king, and let it flip through her fingers.
"Mon ami, if you want to catch my name..." she said, sliding her self onto his lap, looking as demure as possible as she took a finger to his chin and slowly let his jaw drop, "Catch a hike.". With that, she put the King of Hearts in his mouth, picked up the suitcase, and left, leaping off the ferry as it passed by the Riverside Mall, using her cane as a vault, and turned to see the man stare dumbfounded at her, blowing him a kiss to rub it in. She then reached in her pocket and looked at the name on the inside of the wallet she had taken from him as she was on his lap.
"Alexander Beauregard, huh? Sucker."