Spectators gathered around table 7, the atmosphere was buzzing with amazement as they witnessed Remillia's unstoppable luck. Other players had left, feeling defeated and disappointed, unable to withstand the relentless string of victories she was racking up. When new players dared to join, they too quickly exited with tails tucked, or merely gaped in astonished disbelief before sidling away from the table. The only players that are still sitting there are Remillia, Edge, Angela, the foreigner and four of his minions.
"You witch! Can't you look at your cards for once? How can you be so confident?!" the guy to my left hounded, his irritation bubbling to the surface.
"Because I'm pretty?" I shot back with my sweetest smile, fluttering my eyelashes at him.