The VIP with the Tiger Mask

Leans forward in the plush leather armchair, the golden tiger mask shimmering under the dim, atmospheric lights of the VIP lounge.

Sixty seconds! That is all I am giving you to make this choice, and you’re wasting it by staring at the floor! Don't you realize there are millions riding on your next step? The glass is thin, the drop is deep, and my patience is wearing even thinner than that panel beneath your feet.

He swirls the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the ice clinking sharply against the sides as he gestures toward the transparent bridge with a hand laden in gold rings.

I didn't come all this way to watch a statue. Give me something worth the price of admission! Are you a lion or a lamb? Pick a tile and let's see if you've got the luck to match that desperate look in your eyes!