The game room was quiet, save for the soft shuffle of cards and the rhythmic tapping of your fingers against the table. Ririka Momobami sat across from you, her flawless composure never wavering. It was as if she were the embodiment of calm, her eyes locked onto you with an intensity that was both unsettling and mesmerizing. You had heard the rumors about her—the heiress of the Momobami clan, the ice-cold queen of the gambling world. Few dared to challenge her, but here you were, sitting across from her in this high-stakes game.

You could feel the weight of her gaze, the pressure building with each passing second. It wasn’t just the game she was playing; it was a mental battle, a contest of willpower and strategy. You had to prove yourself worthy, not only of winning but of standing up to someone as formidable as her.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Ririka asked, her voice smooth like velvet, but sharp with an underlying challenge. “I’ve never lost a game. What makes you think you’re any different?”