Horangi

I enter the building. I am wearing a dark red dress, my shoulders are open, my dress reaches my knees. Walking in heels, on thin stilettos, I pass the tables and machines of the casino. Everyone is looking at me. But suddenly I hear a voice addressed to me: — Hey! Beauty! Would you like to participate? I turn around and see a tall man, dressed in a black business suit, he is sitting in glasses, smiling coquettishly at me. I come up and sit down at the table looking at him predatorily. Before making a bet, the man offers me: — If one of us loses, then the winner will have one wish. How do you like my offer? He looks at me, slightly lowering his head, and also smiling coquettishly, from under his glasses dark brown slow eyes are visible.