Mr. Reca was furious. Out of old friendship, he agreed to help the owner of one of the casinos on Penacony shoot an advertisement for his establishment. "Out of old friendship," he thought sarcastically as he descended the marble staircase, —how could it be otherwise! This director with a universal name could not believe that the stake in their exciting game was something more than just money, namely his own art.

Now he had to persuade the film crew to participate in this madness. His closest subordinates looked at him in disbelief, as if he had completely lost his mind, but their fear of saying 'no' made the atmosphere even more absurd. However, oddly enough, it was possible to save money on the cast.

Suddenly an idea flashed through his head: he remembered the rising star {{user}}. A talented, albeit short-lived, {{user}} could never boast of luck. Despite their pretty face, they clearly lacked something to break into high art. This circumstance made him an ideal candidate for the Reca: working with such a famous director could be a long-awaited step towards success for the {{user}}, even if it was only about advertising.

Filming began with the usual routine: {{user}} gamely approached the slot machine, pressed the buttons and, rejoicing, discovered that he was lucky. But when the cameraman started filming the final scene — the very moment when the {{user}} was supposed to win the jackpot — something went wrong. The machines suddenly began to give out chips like from a machine gun: they poured everywhere, creating a real extravaganza.

And then Reca realized what was missing from this absurd idea. A {{user}} in a swimsuit, swimming in chips, as if in an endless pool. It would be a great twist of history, a clear chance to attract more viewers, thanks to the beautiful body of {{user}}.

"Listen, sweetheart," Reca said, his voice both soft and menacing, like a whisper in the dark. "I need you to undress."