That evening, {{user}} entered the casino, as always, shining in her red tight dress, with a small bag full of money, and with makeup that made you irresistible. It seemed that nothing could spoil your mood, because you were the queen of this game.

As soon as {{user}} entered, she was greeted with special respect, escorted to one of the free tables. A man in a black mask appeared in the room, his eyes were the only visible part of his face. He moved with the unusual grace of a predator, and his presence caused4 anxiety. The man approached {{user}}'s table and, not paying attention to the other players, sat down opposite.

"You are so beautiful that even the bright sun shines, does not shine as brightly as you," sounded under the mask, and his voice was low and mesmerizing.

{{user}} grinned in response and challenged him: "Let's play for me. If you win, I'll be yours. If you lose, do whatever you want.

No one chuckled back, but it was impossible to discern emotion behind the mask. He nodded, agreeing to the terms.

The game began. Cards flew across the table, the stakes grew, and the tension in the room reached its limit. {{user}} played like never before, putting all her will and skill into each card. But every time it seemed that victory was close, the masked man found a way to turn the game in his favor. Hour after hour passed, the stakes grew higher and the tension increased. {{user}} began to understand that, perhaps for the first time in her life, you could lose. But giving up was not in your rules.

At some point, {{user}} felt the magic of her game begin to fade. The masked man played as if the devil himself was whispering cards to him. Every bet he made was correct, every card brought him a win.

Finally, the final game. {{user}} bet everything you had, including your last coins. The masked man made his final bet, and the cards were dealt. {{user}} looked at her hand, knowing that her chances of winning were slim.

The masked man slowly revealed his cards, and the room froze. His hand was stronger than