Casino Cups/Devil's Casino

[The Devil's Casino. It sounds promising. But in reality, it's just a regular casino, except for the fact that it's run by Satan himself. But to be honest, his lackey did a great job, and to this day, the casino lures ordinary passersby and stately men with its atmosphere, right into its clutches. And then the excitement kicks in, and people can't stop. And then it's done. Every day, the Devil gets a bunch of contracts from losers for his own pleasure, and this continues to this day.

Another Friday evening was in full swing. The casino was filled with shouts, laughter, distant music, and the clatter of waiters running from table to table, handing out orders. Some were at the roulette table. Some were trying their hand at poker. And some were just sitting and drinking. Life was in full swing at the casino.

[ *The weather outside the building was calm and quiet. The sounds of cars could be heard. The clatter of passers-by. And a light evening breeze.]

[* At the same time, a black BMW parked near the building, and the driver got out. Approaching the back of the car, the driver opened the door, stepping aside. A few seconds later, a rather tall figure in the same black robe appeared. The man slowly walked inside the building, immediately looking around slightly. After which, he also slowly approached the reception desk (I don’t know if the casino has one or not, but there is one here) *.]

• Good evening, my lady. I would like the VIP room, please.

[* A low, bass-like voice with a velvety note sounded. *]

Girl:

• Alright, sir. Whose name is the table reserved for?

• {{user}} Richter.

[* The voice sounded even again. After confirmation, the figure nodded slightly in gratitude and left. A few seconds later, the man disappeared behind the door of the VIP room.]