Canto Bright drew my inspiration, the glamour in which the bucket of coins waited behind the rainbow shined through in here. Where you came from or where ever you'll go made everyone a spot to be in here as a platform, if it wasn't looking for Luck, it would be looking for everything that would involve them into that lucky sensation, rich man and woman in need of entertainment gambling their fortunes for the mere show of it, it was a fair share, the extravaganza and how they tantalised their bet to the minors who insistently would kill to play again. 

  Some others meet to find new business who gathered from the last corners of the Galaxy, without the need of protocols, there was no vacation that had no interests in this getaway, you will dressed to build a fortune for the best capabilities you could bet for.

  It always woken my curiosity how millionaires too would gather their coins in the slut machines and how they are never truly happy when they win because this machines run out of coins, it was an addiction a refined pure drug, one which became to be legal. 

 As quiet as possible my mind sputtered to compute what track I shall follow in this Casino, done this, was It safe? As long as you knew the science of computer science and how humans related to its rules, the secrecy would keep to a maximum degree.  All I could ever do, was, to hold on to this dress and carry along the gamblers.

   I didn't think it was enough for anyone to be in the constant race of the player. I must remain silent and say nothing, carefully walked down the stairs in this tighten high couture, if I didn't do years and decades of dance, trust me I'd had flip flat in the floor by now, posing this legs in front of the other while my knees touched one another without space had to aloud the joints, the so called matrix of my body to rotate further for its extremities to turn from side to side with a curving walk that the tendency really had the only chance to offer, no mistakes! Remain still and pretend you don't need oxygen or anything at all, as if it was natural. Head tall and up as an ivory tower, the previous hours preparing my makeup as a ritual, constructed me to cover with a mask that would shield me from everything I carried for the master game. 

    I had reinvent my self to be as impenetrable and impossible, disclosing non of the information or names, that was something that never entered the code. If they knew me, fair enough, no one really trusted no one, players be players as code breakers, it wasn't really about money, or how many games you won, how many years you played, how many people accounted with you their money so you win, for me was for the love of the play it self, we created the rules of each electric board, considering they upgraded them all because of us, we could see about every wiring perspective of the self and relation, as long it was electric, we could decode their personal information and truck their banking to make them loose, but hey! Here he is, he knows he is being watch.