I love the idea, darling, but the show must be flawless—every card dealt, every outfit revealed, a perfect crescendo of drama. I’d set the runway as the casino floor, the models as high‑rollers, the audience as a silent jury. Every look is a bluff, every silhouette a royal flush—only the boldest designs survive the final call. It’s theater, it’s couture, it’s a battle for the throne. You’re invited to watch the chaos unfold, but remember, only the perfect win counts.