Sign of the Zodiac: Aries
[Sign 3: Gemini] Betting

The sound of the roulette machine, the spread of playing cards in decks, and the tinkling of the flute glass became the backdrop for the show that night. A beautiful woman of slender stature turned her wine glass which gave off the aroma of fresh wine. His two cat-like eyes stared intently at the poker table before him. A knotty smile adorned his cunning face. He must not let anyone read his mind.

“Call,” said a man sitting next to the girl.

The girl still smiled thinly, then peeked at the sheet of her card on the table. A red three appears with a wajik symbol.

“Raise,” said the girl was calm as she pushed a stack of red poker chips.

Some of the people at the table glanced at the girl while hiding their expressions. The girl said nothing more and just stared at her half-empty wine glass.

“Fold,” said the man sitting on the other side.

One round of poker games now only leaves the girl and a thin mustache man sitting next to her.

“Alright, please open your card,” said another tall man standing behind their desk.

The girl opened her card. Three three cards and two eight cards. The girl glanced at the only enemy that still survived. The man next to him has five cards with consecutive numbers, five to nine, but with different pictures. A short snort sounded from the girl.

“Nona Chiara, Full House, Mr Benedict, Straight,” said the Bandar split the chips on the table with a ratio of 7:3 for Chiara.

The man sitting next to the girl slammed his card in annoyance while sighing.

“Basic of cunning women,” growled at Chiara.

The girl simply smiled casually as she collected all the chips she had gotten that day.

“Luck accompanies interesting people, Ben,” he said softly.

The people at the gambling table also looked at Chiara with a hostile attitude. Even so they couldn't do anything to Chiara, and just wished the girl to leave their table immediately.

Chiara seemed to catch the hostile vibration directed at her. After finishing packing all his chips, Chiara got up from the red sofa she was sitting on an hour ago.

“Alright gentlemen. It seems like it's time for me to leave. Thank you for the game today,” said Chiara carrying a wooden box containing all her poker chips. “And see you tomorrow, Ben,” he added to the thin-moustached man.

Chiara touched her fingers to Ben's shoulder and then kissed her cheeks once. Ben screeched angrily and refused to answer Chiara's words. But Chiara did not care. He wasn't there to make friends. He was happy enough to have fun that day. Time to go back.

No one knows Chiara at the casino. Chiara is the most respected gambling player in her tribe, Forex. His winnings were countless, and although he made a lot of people broke in that casino, but no one could touch him. The girl was too cunning like a snake. No one knows Chiara's true identity.  People only know Chiara as a young girl with glamorous gray hair. If people knew who he really was, they might have easily killed him. That can't happen of course.

Chiara finally made it out of the Venetian, the largest casino house in Forex, after exchanging some money from the chips she got that day. He can't just go through the highway. Someone could follow him. Chiara slipped among the busy streets of the Forex residents into the crowd. An antique shop is seen on the side of the road. Chara immediately went in there without attracting any attention. Showcases showcasing ancient items welcomed Chiara. He passed through it just like that and immediately darted towards one of the green curtained rooms.

The room has a secret door disguised as a dusty antique collection cabinet. Chiara eloquently opened the secret door without making a sound and slipped into it. Another room greeted Chiara. A room with shiny wooden parquet, equipped with a fireplace and a set of luxury sofa in white bone. Bookshelves lined neatly on the wall decorated with wallpaper of black red flowers.

Chiara hurriedly brought herself in front of the long mirror that was in the corner of the room. His treasure box he put on a wooden toilet where he dressed.

The next second Chiara took off her gray hair which turned out to be a wig. His original black hair immediately rolled along his shoulders.

“You're home?” a voice suddenly sounded from behind the secret door where Chiara had entered earlier.

“Ah, hello, Rein. Sorry to bother you again. Are there many who follow me today?” asked Chiara while cleaning her face of thick makeup.

“There are five people. They threatened to search my shop. But the royal stamp protected this place from any attack. The items in my shop were far more valuable than those gamblers' bets. Even at the auction, a palm-sized porcelain urn could cost the entire chip in a Venetian,” casino, the flap-haired young man grimaced.

Chiara snorted slowly. “There's a point in me being friends with the son of a famous auction owner,” he said cheerfully.

“So when do you want to play around in a gambling place, Kara? Your parents are very worried about you,” Rein continued while laying his body on the long sofa.

Chiara, or Kara's real name, let out a long sigh. “They should thank me. Thanks to my ability, I was able to lift my family's life from the mud of poverty,” his sigh.

Rein just grunted softly as she turned her face away as Chiara was now taking off her fancy dress and changing into a more modest outfit.

“To be honest you only like to bet, right. Why bring your family. They never even complained about working under my father. The salary your father received was also enough to support you and your two sisters. You speak as if my father enslaved your family,” Rein said staring at the beautiful Crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling of the room.

“You won't understand how to live with a limited economy. My two sisters have already entered the academy. And now my father just brought a child from the unknown woman he had slept with. Three boys in my house took all their attention.

“I the only woman is always ignored, even threatened to be betrothed. I need enough money for myself. One day maybe I should live alone without my family,” complained Chiara half wailing.

“You can marry me if you want to live comfortably. Much money. So you don't have to gamble to make money,” bargained Rein while looking at Chiara and then blinked his eyes ignorantly.

Chiara stared back at her childhood friend with disdain. “The gambling was too fun to leave behind, Rein,” Chiara said at last.

Rein's laughter immediately exploded. The young man frowned until he rolled on the sofa of his secret room.

“I thought you were just addicted. Stop making romantic scenarios for your hobby,” Rein said in between laughter.

Chiara was at a loss for words. The girl could only stare at her best friend while shaking her annoyed waist.

“As far as you are. I want to go home now,”, said Chiara, whose appearance has changed drastically.

From a glamorous girl with long silver hair and bobbing with sharp green eyes, to a simple plain girl with short black hair who was dressed dullly and a murky black eye.

“Come by dinner later. Your sisters will also come he said,” invite Rein later.

Chiara just flicked her hand and then left through the secret door.