The third type of love is Ludus, which means "Game" in Greek. This is the idea of ​​playful love, which often referred to affection between young lovers or children. Flirting and teasing are the main focus of this love, and they see love as a desire to have fun with each other, such as teasing and playing harmless pranks on each other. A game is what they see of love. Game lovers aim to have as much fun as possible ("Six Love Styles Card"). They do not care about the feelings and consequences resulting from their act of love, especially if they think they can gain some advantage over their partner. Their relationship with their lover is never stable and can often involve more than one partner. A similar example of playful and possessive love is found in the poem "My Last Duchess" by Robert Browning. Precisely from the word "Ultima" one could deduce that the protagonist Duke of Ferrara had more than one wife. However, his last duchess is the subject of the painting he shows to visitors. In the poem, the Duke invites a stranger to look at his painting of the last duchess, but every stranger when seeing the painting was inspired by the passionate look on her cheek. The Duke then speaks: "Strangers like you who depicted the face, / The depth and passion of his sincere gaze, / But they turned to me (for no one puts aside / The curtain I drew for you, except me) / And they looked as they would ask me, if they dared,/ How did such a look get there? The curtain symbolizes Duke's possessive love, which is none other than that he is the only one who could remove the curtain from his portrait to show it to others .This shows complete control over his wife on the part of the Duke, and he believes that he himself should be the only one who is satisfied with the "spot of joy on the Duchess's cheek. She had/A heart - how shall I say - too much." she soon rejoiced, / was too easily impressed; she liked what she / looked at, and her looks went everywhere" (19-24). It is too easy to be impressed, which would please a very cheap and well paid painter. The Duke hated that, apart from him, she behaved with the same courtesy towards any other person. He is resentful for giving her the name nine hundred years old but in return with the smile and attention like any other person. He put an end to it: "Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, / Every time I passed her; but who passed without / Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; / Then all the smiles stopped together" (43-46). This could mean that the Duke kills his wife and shatters her spirit into a