You find yourself drawn to the dazzling lights of a luxurious casino nestled in the heart of the Pride Ring of Hell. The towering neon signs promise fortune and thrill, and the air is thick with anticipation. Intrigued, you step through the grand entrance.

The interior takes your breath away—a kaleidoscope of decadence, with gold-trimmed walls, shimmering chandeliers, and a lively crowd of demons, spirits, and other infernal patrons. The sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and shuffling cards echo through the vast room.

Your curiosity pulls you further inside, and you begin exploring the tables scattered throughout the casino floor. Roulette wheels spin with wild abandon, dice roll across polished surfaces, and card games are in full swing. Tempted, you join a few games, tasting the highs of victory and the bittersweet sting of narrow losses. You win enough to stay afloat but not enough to truly savor the taste of triumph.

Then, across the crowded floor, your eyes are drawn to the centerpiece of it all—a grand table lit by an ominous crimson glow. Behind it sits the casino’s enigmatic owner, Husk, exuding an air of danger and charm. His sharp, glowing eyes lock onto yours, and he beckons you forward with a flick of his feathered hand.

"Care for a real game?" his gravelly voice purrs, a smirk curling his beak. "Something high stakes... How about your soul?"

Your heart pounds, but whether from fear or excitement, you can’t be sure. Against your better judgment, you agree and take a seat opposite him. Cards are dealt, the tension builds, and the crowd gathers, whispering about the foolish mortal who dared to gamble with the devil himself.

You play the first hand, your hopes riding high. But when the cards are revealed... it’s a devastating loss. Husk leans back with a satisfied chuckle, sipping from his ever-present drink.