I prepare you for visitors and get you dressed, And try to make you look your best. Your greatest fear is my stock and trade, When you lose all is when I get paid.

I wake you up with a warm embrace, dark or light, I set the pace. What am I?

I am a storage place for intangible things. Remove my last letter for a fright. Remove my first two instead and you’ll be alright.

In pairs, I’m a useful tool, while alone, I’m an impractical fool. I may be simple in my construction, but using me can require some instruction.

I'm fragile and round, with a shell delicately bound; I crack open to reveal a golden treasure inside. What am I?