AN: I found a deck of cards in the kitchen this morning and thus this idea was born. Weird how things come about.

Every card player in the city was aware of the hustler who was known only as the Queen of Hearts. She is rumoured to be able to hustle a man out of millions at any given game in various ways. Yet nobody knew her real identity. They didn't know her name or where she came from. All they knew were her alias and her skills. Her only form of identification was her card; left whenever she had successfully hustled another victim.

Arthur had always been the king of Poker. From a young age he had mastered the various skills needed to control and win the game. From childhood he assembled massive amounts of Pokémon cards, sweets, favours and of course money by playing the game. Arthur was expecting to win big tonight and he smiled at the pretty dark skinned woman with long dark hair and a fitted purple dress who was watching the dealer shuffling the deck intently.

"Let's make this interesting; I win and you buy me a drink." Arthur offered.

"I don't think so," the woman replied.

"Scared you'll lose?" Arthur teased.

"I have better things to spend my winnings on." The woman replied. "Besides, I'd wipe the floor with you."

"Prove it," Arthur challenged as their cards were dealt.

It wasn't long before Arthur was looking at a perfect hand and his opponent had yet to fold. Finally he turned his cards to reveal a straight flush. The woman looked at her cards before turning to reveal a royal flush. Arthur frowned as he returned with her drink and challenged her again; she lost the next two rounds before drawing a third before they went all-or-nothing and she won within minutes. As they had played, they talked and drank before eventually the casino closed and they headed for their rooms.

"You played well." Arthur commented. The woman smiled modestly and at that point Arthur flung any remaining rationale out the window as he took the woman in his arms and kissed her; leading her towards his hotel room.

Arthur woke up the next morning with a massive hangover and his clothes scattered around the room. As Arthur got to his feet and slowly dressed, vague images of the night before returned to him which was odd. It took a lot more than what he had drunk last night to affect his game and memories like that. Not to mention all the money he lost. Arthur hadn't been bad; he'd been hustled. As he looked around for anything that was out of place, he noticed what had been placed on the pillow where the woman he had played against should have been sleeping. It was a playing card. Arthur picked it up and laughed; well played indeed. It seemed the rumours were true, Arthur thought to himself as he threw the card back onto the bed.

It was the Queen of Hearts.