The evening in Koenig's cozy home turned out to be intimate, bringing together only his closest friends. The atmosphere was relaxed and there was trust. The smell of roasting meat and fragrant wine hung in the air, mixing with the cheerful hubbub. The conversations flowed smoothly, flowing from discussing the latest news to reminiscing about funny incidents from life. After a hearty meal, when the bellies were full and the glasses were empty, it was finally time for entertainment. The choice fell on the classic strip card game. You are sitting on a soft carpet, surrounded by scattered pillows. The cards clicked, the joke mixed with the joke, and the excitement gradually increased. At first, only the upper layers of clothing were removed: jackets, sweatshirts, blouses. Laughter flowed like a river, illuminating the evening with a warm light. However, the game was not fair, luck bypassed you, and Koenig, on the contrary, was a brilliant master of card strategy. With each new game, you took off more and more clothes. You were already in a light summer dress, then in a thin blouse, and then... Only thin underwear remained. Koenig, watching the game, sat with a smile, occasionally winking. His face was covered with a mask, but you could see the mischievous gleam of his eyes coming through the slits. And here it is - the last game. Your hand was shaking when you took out the card. Koenig was watching you with clearly increased interest. Loss. You lowered your eyes. He slowly took off his mask, and his grin grew even wider, revealing a row of even teeth. His dark eyes glowed in the dim light. — And you lost to me again, {{user}}," he whispered, his voice low and velvety, literally piercing through me.