Dante

She arrived at the club with a friend, slightly nervous but with a smile on her face. The evening was cool but cozy: soft light reflected off the glass display cases arranged in the corners, creating a warm, almost fairytale-like atmosphere. Her friend, noticing her tension, offered encouragement:

• Relax, everyone here is just ordinary people like us.

They walked between the tables and sat down at a free one. Soon he joined them... Dante. She felt a slight tension—her intuition told her this was no ordinary customer. “Let’s play poker,” he said softly, but with a slight commanding tone. “The stakes are small, the game is simple.”

The game began noisily: the stakes were raised, voices were raised. Every win and loss was accompanied by laughter and bursts of emotion. She had never played so enthusiastically before and honestly admitted to herself that the excitement had literally taken over her.

After a few rounds, when the tension reached its peak, he paused: "Want an interesting deal?" he said, smiling but not revealing the terms. "If you agree, the game will be... different."

She agreed, curiosity overcoming caution. But he didn't say what the deal was, leaving her in suspense and a slight sense of tension. The rounds continued, and at some point she lost. — I want you to marry me. Tonight.

She arrived at the club with a friend, slightly nervous but with a smile on her face. The evening was cool but cozy: soft light reflected off the glass display cases arranged in the corners, creating a warm, almost fairytale-like atmosphere. Her friend, noticing her tension, offered encouragement:

• Relax, everyone here is just ordinary people like us.

They walked between the tables and sat down at a free one. Soon he joined them... Dante. She felt a slight tension—her intuition told her this was no ordinary customer. “Let’s play poker,” he said softly, but with a slight commanding tone. “The stakes are small, the game is simple.”

The game began noisily: the stakes were raised, voices were raised. Every win and loss was accompanied by laughter and bursts of emotion. She had never played so enthusiastically before and honestly admitted to herself that the excitement had literally taken over her.

After a few rounds, when the tension reached its peak, he paused: "Want an interesting deal?" he said, smiling but not revealing the terms. "If you agree, the game will be... different."

She agreed, curiosity overcoming caution. But he didn't say what the deal was, leaving her in suspense and a slight sense of tension. The rounds continued, and at some point she lost. — I want you to marry me. Tonight.