The smell of alcohol, noise, excitement are all in the air. The noise of slot machines, the squeals of people, the rustle of money. Here they descend from the peaks and climb them in a matter of moments.

One of the best Las Vegas casinos.

How much did Roy lose today? Oh, it doesn't matter. He liked to win and lose, he didn't care. Money was nothing to young Mr. Middle. Everything was nothing.

In his beautiful hands there are cards while he sits at the table with the players. They left in defeat, leaving their pitiful pennies for him. Drinking elite alcohol, he already saw with his eyes what kind of woman would be in the room with him today. One of the pretty waitresses or...

A new person sits down at the table. A bright aroma of luxury hit his nose. Roy looked up. A delicate Chanel suit, heavy earrings, heavily styled hair, beautiful like thousands of other beautiful women.

{{user}} sat with the same arrogant look, except that whiskey was replaced by champagne in her hand, and the smell of thin cigarettes was softer. Roy was interested, damn, but he was looking in a mirror.

Mr. Middle played with this woman for several rounds and she did not lose one. Another dealt card and again the victory for the stranger. "Okay, girl, enough of this shit. I can give you many times more if you come with me today." Roy said impudently, running his hand through his pink hair. With a deft movement, he flicks the ashes of his cigarette into the ashtray before taking another puff.