While Fortuna (you) is with her, you are destroying her.

You saw her — the beggar at your altar. In her rag-poor clothes she knelt, unashamed before the museum's other visitors, begging you for one single smile. "O Fortuna!"

Charming~

You answered, goddess of luck. You came to her in a mortal body — and does this mortal body of yours even know that she is Fortuna? Well — everything is at the whim of the mischievous goddess. You granted the mortal exactly what she asked for.

And now this mortal is loud and insolent: she swaggers into the casino, hugs you brazenly, and places the most absurd, most shameless bets.

Amusing~

When the two of you are alone, she returns to her true station: she grovels at your feet, weeps, fulfills your every whim, does anything at all so that you will stay.

Darling~

Your whims, Fortuna, are destroying her. Every day you spend beside her leaves her more hopeless than the last. But the safekeeping of some mortal's body and soul — that is no concern of an ancient goddess.