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The three-storey grand piano had one useful life remaining.
It occupied most of reel three, glowing as a Wild beneath a large number 1.
Dice surrounded it.
Casino chips waited above.
A silver limousine sat on the left.
The woman in the red dress watched from another reel with the bright, patient expression of someone who had already seen the bill and knew it was not hers.
The dice connected through the piano.
They vanished.
The Wild had been used.
The number disappeared.
On the next collapse, the entire piano destroyed itself.
No final chord.
No closing ceremony.
One moment it was a three-floor slot-machine Wild holding several dice together. The next, the casino had removed the instrument, the carpet beneath it and any evidence that music had ever been permitted.
Fresh symbols dropped into the hole.
Nothing connected.
The spin ended at €18.40.
I had paid €1.00.
The piano had begun that spin wearing a silver frame.
It won as a piano.
The reels collapsed.
It returned inside a gold frame as a stretch limousine, still three symbols tall.
The limousine then connected with smaller cars, won, disappeared and came back as a numbered Wild.
Three lives.
The casino had promoted a musical instrument into a vehicle, then converted the vehicle into temporary labour.
This was not a loyalty programme.
It was witness protection for furniture.
Dreams of Macau glowed above six reels surrounded by gold trim, chandeliers and a casino floor that appeared to contain more light than oxygen. Four little upper positions sat above the middle reels, giving selected symbols penthouse access while the letters remained downstairs near the spin button.
The woman in red occupied the opening screen.
Champagne in one hand.
Diamond in the other.
Poker chips floating around her.
Her smile offered unlimited luxury and no explanation for why a grand piano had just become a limousine.
I kept the stake at €1.00.
The next spin brought casino chips, dice, a black grand piano and enough Js to establish that the alphabet had been invited under a separate dress code.
No win.
Then a silver-framed block of chips landed across three positions on reel four.
It looked important.
Oversized.
Protected by polished metal.
It connected with nothing.
The spin ended and the casino removed it.
Silver status did not include companionship.
A few turns later, a two-storey woman appeared inside another silver frame. There were ordinary portraits of her on reels one and six, but the centre of the grid filled with dice, cars and a Q.
She remained isolated.
The screen had booked the same guest into three different parts of the hotel and refused to provide a corridor.
Two Scatters appeared.
Then three.
Never four.
The diamond symbols landed with a flash large enough to suggest immediate ownership of a small island. The missing fourth Scatter was usually replaced by a 10, one die or a sports car parked sideways across several positions without access to the road.
The Feature Buy button waited below the reels.
I ignored it.
A casino already converting pianos into transport could finance its own entertainment.
Small wins arrived in formal clothing.
€1.80 from Js.
€2.40 from casino chips.
A set of dice paid €1.20 after occupying enough screen space to require a municipal permit.
Another silver symbol won and returned as a gold-framed grand piano.
The piano found no matching instruments.
Its promotion ended there.
Macau had elevated it from silver to gold, enlarged it to four positions and left it alone in a room full of Ks.
The casino was not rewarding loyalty.
It was giving luxury objects more expensive ways to fail.
The four Scatters finally landed after the long middle stretch had taken the shine off the chandeliers.
One diamond appeared on reel one.
Two occupied the centre.
The fourth stopped on reel six beside the woman in red.
The grid froze.
She stepped forward through a storm of chips and champagne bubbles.
Fifteen Free Spins filled the screen.
Fifteen sounded generous.
Fifteen sounded like table service.
Fifteen sounded like enough time for the casino to locate one useful piano.
I pressed Start.
The feature opened at x1.
Free Spin one produced nothing.
Six reels.
Extra rooms above the middle.
Thousands of ways.
One complete absence of hospitality.
The second spin brought a silver-framed stack of chips across two positions.
The oversized chips connected with smaller stacks.
They disappeared.
The multiplier rose to x2.
The framed block returned as a gold sports car.
Same height.
Different profession.
The car connected immediately with three ordinary cars.
Gone.
x3.
It came back as a two-use Wild.
A slot machine now occupied both positions, wearing the number 2 and glowing with the drained expression of an employee who had been shown the weekend rota.
Ks connected through it.
x4.
The Wild’s number dropped to 1.
Fresh symbols fell.
No further win.
The spin paid €7.20.
The casino had turned chips into a car, the car into a Wild and the Wild into support for several letters.
Luxury had completed the full cycle and ended in office work.
Free Spin three was empty.
Free Spin four produced a small line of As at x4.
€1.60.
The multiplier moved to x5.
The woman in red smiled above the feature counter.
She held out the diamond again.
The diamond was apparently not part of the payout.
Free Spin five landed a four-position silver-framed portrait of her on reel three.
She occupied nearly the whole column.
Hair.
Red dress.
Jewellery.
A face large enough to observe every other symbol individually.
Nothing connected.
The enormous silver guest disappeared when the spin ended.
Macau had installed a four-storey hostess and forgotten to invite customers.
On Free Spin six, a silver limousine stretched across three positions.
It joined smaller cars and won at x5.
The reels collapsed.
The limousine returned inside a gold frame as an oversized pair of dice.
x6.
The dice found smaller dice.
Another win.
They vanished.
A three-position Wild rose in their place, wearing the number 3.
x7.
No symbols connected through it.
The casino had completed an entire three-stage promotion process and scheduled the new employee during a quiet shift.
€3.40.
Three more spins passed.
One gave the woman a small win at x7 for €2.80 and moved the multiplier to x8.
Two were empty.
The counter said six spins remained.
The multiplier looked powerful.
The payout looked aware that appearances were important in Macau.
Free Spin ten brought a gold-framed grand piano already occupying most of reel four.
It connected with two smaller pianos.
x9.
The large instrument disappeared and returned as a numbered Wild.
Cars fell around it.
They connected.
x10.
The Wild dropped from 4 uses to 3.
The spin paid €5.60.
A four-life Wild had entered the casino.
One life had been consumed by traffic.
The remaining three expired when the spin ended because the entire arrangement cleared.
This was the cruelest part of the scheme.
The Wilds were allowed multiple uses.
They were not guaranteed multiple opportunities.
Macau offered job security measured entirely in successful collapses.
Two dead spins followed.
On the second, three Scatters appeared.
They occupied reels one, three and six.
A fourth diamond would have restarted the fifteen-spin booking.
Instead, the fifth reel produced a silver sports car.
It parked across two positions, blocked the retrigger and failed to connect.
The casino had sent a vehicle to the emergency and left it across the entrance.
Three spins remained.
Free Spin thirteen produced a silver-framed block of casino chips at x10.
The chips connected.
x11.
They returned as a gold-framed portrait of the woman.
The woman connected with two ordinary portraits.
x12.
She transformed into a four-position Wild.
The numbered slot machine filled most of reel three.
No further symbols joined it.
€8.40.
The casino had promoted gambling chips into a woman, then promoted the woman into a machine, then closed the department before she could perform one task.
Free Spin fourteen was empty.
The multiplier stood at x12.
One spin remained.
The final grid brought Js.
They connected for €1.20.
x13.
The Js vanished.
Three Scatters dropped into the spaces.
One on the left.
Two across the middle.
The fourth did not arrive.
A black grand piano landed on reel five.
No silver frame.
No gold frame.
No Wild future.
Just a normal piano sitting between three diamonds at the exact moment music had become operationally unacceptable.
The spin ended.
The fifteen Free Spins paid €30.20.
The multiplier had climbed from x1 to x13.
The payout had climbed just far enough to reach the coat-check desk.
The woman in red appeared on the result screen beneath gold lights.
Champagne raised.
Diamond extended.
Chips floating around her.
She looked delighted by the €30.20.
The long wait before the feature had cost more than the feature returned.
The casino floor reappeared.
The Feature Buy button waited below the reels.
The chandeliers remained bright.
A silver-framed limousine landed in the preview of the next possible spin, already preparing to begin a new career it had not applied for.
I closed Dreams of Macau before the hostess poured the rest of my balance into the champagne flute and called it bottle service.
Rainbow Reels has entered the chat carrying three suspicious symbols.