Fishy Gambler

 Campy was just saying a clinical goodbye to his newly acquired slave-Doctor when the clock finally struck the hour in which his little gambling event was to take place; the bar was already set for the incoming 'festivities', if one could even call it that. Regardless, the Drug Lord was keenly interested to see who was up for tossing in a few platinum coins, and who would be offering themselves up as the prize. A large illustrated board sat in front of him atop the bar counter, which pictured a pirate ship that had been moored upon a tropical beach, but there were some very obtuse white blocks in various portions of the image - this was where the die for the ship, captain, crew and cargo would go. A small cardboard lid had been brought in order to contain the die during each roll, which insured that they didn't roll away or topple off the counter with a particularly aggressive throw of the hand. Waiting until a couple of seats had been taken, the speckled devil would remove the cigar that had been precariously hanging from his lips and looked around with a light smirk painting his ebony lips. "Welcome to my little humble game of Ships. I appreciate you taking the time to participate," Said merely as a social nicety and nothing more. "The rules are simple; you have six die and three turns to roll. You must first obtain a ship before you can continue, which you get with a six. A captain is next with a five, and a crew with a four. Depending on how many throws you have left, you can then roll for your 'cargo', which will be used to calculate your points," The Dalmatian indicated to a pad of paper and a pencil to show that he'd be keeping tally. "Now, what are you all offering?" Spoke as he withdrew his own five platinum coins and placed them in a neat stack in front of the illustration, sitting against it's upper border so that it was always visible, but out of the way.

Dominik had been waiting for the event to start for sometime time. In truth he had forgotten when it began so he had decided to start his own party a little earlier. Already a little saucy the mongolian took one last swig of his whiskey as he shifted his eyes over to the dalmation whom seemed to be running the gambling operation. The empty liquor glass had been settled down neatly on the bartop before he began to roll himself a cigarette. Something he hadn't done in an age but every now and then he got the urge to inhale something awful into his lungs. Once he was done the newly rolled tobacco stick was placed in the corner of his mouth and he began his saunter over towards the dog pulling up a seat next to him. No words were said as he dug into his pocket to pull forth his five platinum coins. Much like Campy they were settled on the table in a neat stack. "Sounds easy enough to follow. I'll be offering this." Short, sweet, and to the point. Not in the slightest out of character.<<

Harte: had, frankly, been a little skeptical of the event, and had spent the better part of the day deliberating about whether or not he'd attend. The man wasn't enough of a gambler to really *call* himself one, but it was at least a fair bit of fun, and perhaps he'd get something out of it in the end. A amused smile quirked at his lips as he observed the idyllic illustration serving as a backdrop for the game, and he settled down at one of the plush seats of the bar, a spurred boot crossing delicately over one of his thighs as he listened attentively to the instructions. "Alright, then," he commented, almost to himself more than anything. From a small velvet coinpurse in one of his jacket pockets, Harte produced the requisite five coins, setting them carefully next to the others and tipping his head in a polite nod at the game's host. Though the game didn't offer much in the way of strategy, he nevertheless took a moment to size up his competitors, offering a slight smile of greeting
(17:30:28) Harte: if he were to make eye contact. [d]

Emperor entered in a whisper of silken finery. The weighty material sweeping across the floor with it's length. Quality spun threads of obsidian and golden embroidery. Intricate scene displayed woven into the back of eight red dragons brutally coiling up the ninth which was yellow. It seemed the man was made of money and looking for ways to simply throw it away without much care in the world. Bushels of his black mane was preened and pressed, oiled and straightened. Long beard down to his chest in matching well kept grooming. His face a stoic countenance with dour sagging jowls. Crinkled brow as one who did not smile often had weighed down his features into a perpetual frowning. His steps light for a man so broad and large as he was. Wide shoulders filling out the Imperial robes. Dull ember gaze studied the board for a time and he'd give a nod. Disappearing his hand into the depths of elongated sleeve and pulling out a silky pouch. Prying the strings apart to pluck out the five platinum needed to join and stacking them next to the others. Then he'd find himself a seat at a comfortable distance, giving a nod towards the host and those filing in.

Devoted padded her way in, planning on hiding out somewhere to watch the event unfold. She had finished her chores, and had spent some time in the library to try to find a way to break magical bonds, but most of them required a skill level higher than what she currently possessed. The dog spotted the dalmation, fidgeting with her hair for a moment before silently padding towards him. Maybe bold of the little spaniel, but she said nothing. Juniper in truth wanted to watch the game unfold. It had sounded interesting, and she was mostly curious as to if someone would end up a thrall for a day. These were all people she was unfamiliar with, but June didn't necessarily travel in circles beyond her class. If told to leave, Juniper of course would go.. to find a different hiding spot to watch, out of the way. She lurked though, perhaps feeling a little too out of place to offer a proper greeting.

Immerse After much time gathering intel for his mission, Shunliyan takes a break from his work. What better place to unwind than the golden tether? As walking gingerly and intently with grace was a common staple of his personality, tonight, he was quite pedestrian. The cerulean haired man entered into the bar looking for something that could revitalize his weary mind. Overhearing the commotion by the bar about a betting game, he makes his way over. Just as he was about to place his bet he realized his money was not tether currency! Bah, another hurdle to overcome.

Campy watched as a handful of patrons began to show up at the bar for the event, each of them receiving the same restrained nod from the Drug Lord as they took their respective seats and offered out the stack of five platinum coins required to join the game. "Looks like one of us will be fifteen platinum richer by the end of the end," He remarked with a pleasant, rumbling drawl which sounded natural upon his baritone voice. The arrival of June, however, seemed to capture the narcotics merchant's attention enough to momentarily distract him from the game. "Well well, what a sight for sore eyes," He gave a sickeningly saccharine drawl over toward the Spaniel without turning to look at her, as though he had known instinctively that she was there lurking in the background. Though the comment made little sense given he wasn't actually looking at her, it was entirely on purpose. "Does Aurora know that you're about to waste her money?" He'd then add as he gathered up all six of the red die into one palm with ease, though he knew that June would not actually be participating, he just wanted to wind her up a bit. Giving the instruments of gambling a quick shake within his closed fist, the Dalmatian tossed them into the cardboard lid and watched them tumble about the place and off one and other to see what his first result was.
Campy released a tut of disappointment as it seemed that he wasn't able to capture that elusive six seemed to evade him, then gathering up all the die again, he shook them in both hands this time before releasing them into the cardboard with a little more force than before.
Campy furrowed his brow. It seemed achieving this six was going to be a little more tricky than first anticipated. Dipping his hand back into the box, he gathered each of the small red cubes once more; this time, he spent a little longer jiggling them within his hand as though that would somehow, superstitiously, imbued him with luck that had currently been very absent in his rolls so far.
Campy managed to obtain a six, but at the cost of getting nothing else! Alas. With a simple shrug of his shoulders he would pick up the cardboard lid and passed it over to his left, where Dominik was sitting so that the snow leopard could then take his own turn - it would be a silent assumption that he would pass it then onto Harte, whom would then pass it along to Emperor who would eventually bring it back to the Drug Lord himself to begin the next round.

Dominik with a raised hand called over the bartender Evelynn. When she did make her way over he'd work a smile over his lips while maintaining the cigarette. "Evelynn would you be a dear and pour this leopard another whiskey?" A few bits of silver was drawn from his pocket and placed on the table separately from the platinum stacks. The appearance of the others that had joined the fray were all given a nod and small wave of his hand in half hearted fashion. No ill will. He was just lazy. June's arrival almost had the mongolian digging in his pocket for another five platinum but further inspection of the spaniel revealed she was but a slave and this was a patron's event. "You can sit by me if you want Spaniel." He offered in his dusky voice with his eyes fixed on the dice rolls of Campy. A simple shake of his head as he took the cardboard lid and dice from the dalmation. "Shit luck."
Dominik shook the dice with a steady hand hoping for the best and as luck would have it he would find his captain in his first roll. What luck. the rest of the dice were shit but at least he got that one out of the way he thought. "A better start than I hoped." He'd accept the whiskey glass from Evelynn and have himself a healthy sip before setting it down and gathering up the dice for his next roll. Dominik placed one of his six sided die to the side that was a symbol for obtaining his captain <<
Dominik shot the dice from his hand onto the cardboard and counted a few sixes but shit for anything else. A laugh moved past his lips as he looked over to the dalmation, "I believe I must've had all the sixes." Now if he could just roll a five and a four he'd be pretty pleased. Another cruddy roll and he'd need to light his cigarette. the dice were once again gathered up for his last roll.
Dominik. spilled the dice from his hand for the last time and counted them over with his eyes. If only he could have snagged a four he would have been in some real luck. "Looks like I'm in the same spot." He could only laugh as he rounded up the dice and passed both over to pale blonde headed fellow beside him. Afterwards he'd remove a match from his pocket, strike it off his palm, and then lift it to the end of the cigarette to puff on lightly till it ignited.

Harte: Having quietly requested a glass of champagne from the bartender between Campy and Dominik's turns, Harte had begun sipping contentedly at it as he observed the turns of his fellow players. Almost stiffly upright in his chair despite the repose his crossed legs might suggest, the equestrian occasionally gave a consoling little hum at the failings of one of his peers- or a mild smile at their minor successes. Campy's turn did spark a little comment that it was 'unfortunate,' though he did seem just a touch entertained. Once Dominik finished his moderately more fortunate turn, Harte settled his glass on the counter and took the lid with a gracious thank-you, settling it down a safe distance from his champagne. "Let's hope I've got at least a touch more luck than the pair of you," The shifter commented lightheartedly, and he proceeded to give the dice a subdued little toss.
Harte eyed the six and five with a bit of self-satisfaction, gathering the dice up again for his next throw. "Not too bad. Let's hope the 4 isn't hiding from me, then," he said, the dice clicking in his hands as he gave them a little shake before they scattered once again onto the lid.
Harte raised an eyebrow, flashing an almost sheepish smile- obviously he'd wanted to do well, though now he had to avoid rubbing it in everyone's face. "Right! Well, now that that's settled, onto the cargo bit?" he offered, the end of his sentence on a bit of an uptilt.
Harte nodded contentedly, placing all of the die back in the lid. "Alright- that's a ten, then. It seems I've done a bit better for myself than I expected." Standing up to ensure he didn't tip the die all over someone's lap in an effort to reach, he stepped a touch closer to the well-dressed and slightly grim-looking man whose turn followed his own, offering the lid to him before settling back down in his place to polish off some more champagne.

Emperor had only just seemed to settle when he noticed the pearlescent man with the femininely long locks had showed up. A lengthy stroke of his beard at the way the man stood before the game board and seemed to ponder joining. They had much to catch up on and the mastiff was not short with his generosity. He stood and approached him placing down a bet for the man to play. "Take it as...incentive to get your job seen too quickly. In the meantime. Do...come...join me." Something perhaps suggestive with the tone of his voice or rather that he was being paid for his time as well. Like an escort. A large paw had been placed upon Immerse's shoulder and guiding him towards the corner seats to sit with him. "Two oolong tea with a splash of whiskey." He would order towards the waitress or any attentive servant's who might have been lingering about. He watched as the dalmation rolled and came up short. The mongolian not fairing much better it seemed. The other gentleman had some success. He squinted at the dice. It was a strange game to comprehend not like those of the orient. He took up the dice and gave them a roll, letting the clatter of them tumble into the provided box. -e-
Emperor leaned forward as the dice bounced and turned up their faces. A grunt of mild approval. He moved the status dice to the side, picking up the remaining three. He would hover them under the courtesan looking man's lips. "High numbers please." He rumbled watching expectedly for him to blow some luck into them before letting them fly into the box.
Emperor perked his brow as the values, adding them up for a brief moment. He'd scoop the dice up to hand it over to his companion for the evening to let him have a go of his luck. Tea was soon served infront of them. Shifting a porcelain cup towards the delicate man. Taking his own to blow the steam from the top. His eyes roaming towards his opponents. "Perhaps you all should have brought a luck charm as I have hmm?" Just a little jesting to rouse the room as he took a sip of the spiked tea.

Campy watched as each gentleman took his round; Dominik seemed to have the same luck as him, where as both Harte and Emperor seemed to do far, far better than them. Beginner's luck, or so he hoped. It wasn't as though the five platinum that he had offered up would burn a hole in his pocket considering the Drug Lord's immense wealth, but it still wasn't an amount that could be sneezed at, especially losing it in a game. But again, that was exactly why he had chosen to make it so high to see what sort of high flyers or risk takers it would attract to the table. When the box finally made it's way back to himself to begin the second round of the game, he squeezed the six little crimson cubes within his palm before giving them a brief shake, before tossing them into the cardboard lid to see how luck would be treating him this round.

Devoted floppy ears perked how little they could when the druglord greeted her, making June feel a small heat on her cheeks. How'd he know she was there? He didn't turn his head to look at her, which some how made it worse like he had just sense her presence. Did she smell? Juniper gave herself a little sniff to check, just to make sure she wasn't secretly repulsive and hadn't realized it. "Good evening, Master William." June said, quietly, a hand gripping her tail to keep it from wagging like a filthy traitor. Of course is looked like she had her arms folded neatly behind herbacl. "My Mistress is an expert at wasting her own money, Sir... I mean." The spaniel paused, trying to reword that in a way that wouldn't get her beaten if Aurora found out. "My Lady is an expert with finances." Followed by a nervous laugh. She watched Campy roll his dice, hands folding in front of her muzzle as she watched quietly. Maybe she had jinxed him? However the snow leopards invite had her jittery as well. "It's fine, Sir, I can stand. I just wanted to watch.. if that was ok." She replied. Campy had succeeded, he had wound the poor Spaniel up. "Thank you so much for offering. My names Juniper." She watched Campy roll his second round, wondering if it was good or not. [e]

Campy's luck seemed to perk up in that moment when he got not just a six, but a five and a four as well in the first cast of the die. Now that's more like it, he thought as a devilish smirk crawled up one side of his handsome features. "Better," He remarked offhandedly to Dominik, whom had previously made a comment about 'shit luck'. His next couple of rolls were quite bountiful as well, which had him sucking down a little victorious lungful from his own brand cigar, then as he exhaled it into a wispy breath of air he would pass the box and die set over to the snow leopard for his second try. "Let's see you get better, hm?" He challenged the man with a smirk.

Dominik began to take a long drag off the burning tobacco stick with his eyes resting over Harte's dice. The blonde headed fellow seemed to just have all the luck in the world at the moment which just made the mongolian want to shake his head. There was the first player to actually score some points. He could only hope his next turn might spell a little more luck that last time. Despite his hopefulness it seemed to be crushed under the weight of Emperor's fantastic rolls. Luck certainly favored the regally dressed mastiff. His attire quite familiar to the mongolian given his country neighbored just above. They changed hands once more and back to the dalmation they went and with fantastic luck. He hoped it would be the same when the dog passed it back over to him. "You're most welcome, Juniper. I am Ser Khitan." He had wanted to laugh at the thrall's little slip up but it was retained. It wasn't to be rewarded but it was pure comedy gold. Dominik smirked to Campy, "I could only dream." He mused as he took the dice in hand and secretly prayed to a god he knew didn't exist that the dice were better this time. <<

Dominik watched at the dice spilled out over the cardboard holder and a large smile grew over his lips. At last he had all three and on the first roll of all things to get them on. A drag of the cigarette was taken into his lungs and expelled shortly thereafter through his nose. He turned to face Campy, "Not quite as good, but I'll take anything that's better than last go 'round." The cardboard and dice were gently scooted over to Harte. "Looks like I don't need to waste my money on lucky charms to get decent rolls." His words obviously targeted at Emperor. He lifted his whiskey glass to the air in a cheers motion before bringing it to his lips and enjoying himself.

Harte eyed the pair beside him curiously, careful not to seem like he was staring too hard at the mastiff and his effeminate companion. The relationship between the two was difficult to discern. Still, Harte found it rather charming, mainly because he wasn't expecting the towering and regal canine to seem... maybe gay? Only a bit gay? Was that fair to assume? What *was* fair to say was that the emperor's rolls were exceptional- as were Campy's, and Dominik's too. Feeling his brief position of power flit away as soon as it came, Harte couldn't help but look a bit disenchanted, tapping his fingernails lightly against the stem of his glass. The little quips made by the other players were entertaining enough, but for now, he was simply too polite to pparticipate. "Seems like we're stepping it up a notch, by the looks of things?" By now he'd managed to down most of his champagne, and was considering the prospect of another. He'd momentarily decided that he was going to win, and the possibility that he wasn't... well, only the dice would clear that one up.
Ah, how the mighty have fallen. It appeared that those rolls were a complete bust. He'd definitely be ordering another champagne glass, then. "Well, that was the most pitiful play of the game so far, I'd have to say," Harte said evenly, finishing off the champagne at the bottom of his glass before sliding the lid to the next competitor. He did feel a bit sorry for himself... but at least he'd had the funds to play and didn't have to worry about the other option.

Immerse Surprised to see Emperor, Shunliyan was not able to bow quick enough before the imperial mastiff effortlessly read his quandary. "Thank you Emperor Sheng Sheng! "I didn't quite expect you would play a game such as this?" Your generosity is truly everlasting!" Shunliyan is a bit too out of sorts to accurately gauge Emperor's intentions and accepts the gifts with glee! As those before him had done, Shunliyan places his minimum bid of 5 platinum on the bar before accepting the box to roll his lot.
"Its been a while since he played a game of blind luck. This excitement of the unknown began to positively shift his mood. "Wow! That was amazing" exclaims Shunliyan." I'd never expect my luck to be so good today!""

Emperor perked his brow slightly when the fish surveyor seemed to get all flustered. So much so he had missed a round. Well that would cost him. Especially now everyone's dice seemed to be on fire. The host certainly starting to come away with a lead after that devastating roll; for everyone else that was. A snort was given as cup was lifted to his lips once more. But he was soon to need something a bit stronger. "When you've actually learned how to hang on to the dice...you can stuff my pipe." Was that some kind of innuendo he just murmured to the man after watching his clumsy rolling. Yet it seemed to pay out in the end. The man scored well and he gave a firm nod. Pulling from his sleeves now a long antique wooden box that held his custom made opium pipe which looked like a dragon coiled about the metal shaft, blowing ruby jewels resembling flames. There were small satchels inside as well each containing a different herbal mixture. And opium equipment like a miniature scale, needle, and heating lamp. It looked like one big complex puzzle and he shifted this box over to Immerse to figure out. Eyes lifting towards Dominik who would challenge him. "Ah...we shall see how long yours holds for." As he took hold of the box and rolled them bones.

 Campy would then offer a charming laugh at June's remark of his Mistress being able to waste her own money, which was clearly very amusing to the Drug Lord. "I'm sure she does," He rumbled back, thinking for a short moment on what it was the red panda would spend money on. One thing was for sure, she certainly liked a certain white powder that was in his possession. Or at least - she did. Perhaps it was some sort of canine intuition that alerted him to the approaching presence of the spaniel, though whatever it was Juniper was sadly never going to get to know, try as she might. "You can sit in my lap and watch," The Dalmatian then offered, his request wrought with suspicious intent that was doubled as he looked over his shoulder at her and offering a small smile that was filled to the brim with menace. He would turn back in order to watch the rest of the gentlemen roll for their turn, making particular note that poor Harte wasn't able to add to his points which had originally been quite high. That was simply how Lady Luck worked, though he still had that round to catch up with the others. "This will be the last round boys, so make sure you all roll high," He announced to group as he leaned over and ground out what remained of his cigar into the bowl of a nearby ashtray, before accepting the box and set of die for his third and final round. Grasping all six dice in both palms, he gave them a swift shake before releasing them back into the cardboard top.
Campy seemed quite pleased with his last roll of the game, turning back over his shoulder so that he was glancing sidelong at the spaniel. "I suppose you are my good luck charm, then," He remarked to poor Juniper, as Dominik, Immerse and Emperor discussed their own version of luck. Again, it was simply a comment designed to wind her up more. Collecting the die and the lid, he passed them over to the snow leopard on his left with a comment of 'good luck' before his roll.

Dominik's dull greys held onto the dice of Harte with a hope that his rolls would be for shit. He did so as he took another sip of his whiskey and watched as Harte's rolls spilled onto the top and rolled for nothing. A smile grew on the inside as both of other turns also ceased to be worth a damn. "Snake bitten I see. I know the feeling." He did all too well but it was nice to see that the playing field had evened some. The turquoise haired man now garnered his attention with his latest and greatest roll. How fortunate, he thought. He looked to Emperor whom seemed to be his liege felt a good deal cocky after a wonderful roll the first time but he too seemed a bit fortune faded. "Some lucky charms. Are they single use?" The dalmation's rolls were decent enough. Something to contend with and he could only hope to at least best the spotted dog. "Thank you, good sir." Dominik would table his drink after taking one last sip and made his silent inner prayer as he had done before. It wasn't that he inherently believed it actually existed but it worked last time so why screw up a good thing? The dice were collected in his hand shaken lightly and tossed with hope and a prayer.<<

Devoted felt her cheeks burn as the man offered her his lap. There were no good intentions there! Yet Juniper wondered if he was bluffing himself, he thought she'd decline, so he offered it. Her traitorous tail gave a little wag at the thrill of it all, it was quite the odd little game she had placed herself in. Yet, wouldn't it be nice to turn it on him a bit? Sitting on him wouldn't throw the druglord off, but it might show she couldn't be pushed around.. or she'd fall into some terrible trap to be teased some more. The the white fur on the spaniel's face glowed a crimson red before her back straightened up and she very determinedly scooted towards him, and plopped herself into his lap, after brushing her skirt under her butt, to sit like a proper little lady. Her heart fluttered in her chest in the worse way as Juniper's brain caught up with her actions, making the spaniel inwardly scream. "Since you were so kind as to offer, sir." She replied, unable to hide the bashfulness in her voice. "Oh, I'm your lucky charm? Then clearly, you owe me if you win, sir. What should my fee be?" June said, turning her snoot up to offer the man a shy smile.[e]

Dominik watched as his dice too fell a bit flat. He sighed reaching for his glass of whiskey and kicking it back to finish the rest of it. Welp it was fun while it lasted and he was happy to have attended with the group that was currently here. "Well it just wasn't with me today... not completely." He was truly in good spirits about the game. Not everyone could say oh well to losing five platinum but it wasn't like there wasn't more in the bank. "Better luck to you." He passed onto Harte as he pushed the dice over to him.

Harte: Indeed, the rolls that had been happening were mostly impressive- not consoling at all, being that he'd been unable to add to his own points at all over the last round. Dominik's comment on that particular set of rolls provoked a mild shrug of disappointment, though he did his best to not look too dismayed over the whole thing. "I suppose I ought to have invested in the power of luck, like a couple of our companions here," Harte mused. Now that the end was approaching, Harte hoped at least that he wouldn't fare too badly- perhaps there'd be some stroke of fortune, or something like that. Really, though, he was hoping not to embarrass himself badly. At the pipe-stuffing comment, though, Harte nearly choked on a sip from a new glass of champagne he'd acquired, passing it off as a mild cough. Meanwhile, there was some heterosexual nonsense happening not far to his right. If he weren't so individualistic, Harte might have started feeling faintly lonely. Having seemingly relaxed despite his recent failure, the glass was left to its place on the counter again. He gave the dice a deft toss, making his throws a bit less delicately now.
 Harte: Well, that set of rolls was much better. Though he'd tried not to let his self-satisfaction show as much before, Harte was certainly beaming now- though only for a second, before he tempered it down to a less ostentatious little smile. "Not bad at all! Well, I'd say good game, but we'll see just how good of a game it is," he commented, pushing the lid toward the emperor's companion.

Immerse Feeling somewhat honored by being allowed to configure his prized opium pipe, Shunliyan fills it with the a sweet passion fruit and jasmine mixture. As this was a popular mix that would appeal to those from his land. Now feeling even more lucky than before, Shunliyan takes his turn...

Campy would give off a loud rumble of amusement when June defiantly came over to where he was perched upon a bar stool and took a spot right on the Dalmatian's lap, he had even moved around to give her more space before turning back toward the counter itself, giving her a proper view of what was happening with the dice roll. "Aren't you getting brave?" He commented rhetorically as a whisper into one of her own flopped ears, voice quiet and oddly sensually; his hot breath caressing the side of her face to indicate just how close he had leaned in toward her. As she settled herself atop his muscular thighs, Juniper would find the Drug Lord placing one of his hands upon one of her knees, though quickly enough she would feel it begin to drift perhaps too far up her thigh as the game continued it's final round. Dominik's roll unfortunately didn't earn him a lot of points, though Harte's good rolls would certainly make things interesting; now it was only a matter of seeing how Immerse and Emperor's rolls would go to see how the game would turn. "And if I lose?" He quipped back to the spaniel without so much as glancing at her, wondering if she could continue to be as quick thinking whilst the pressure was on.

Immerse Whatever was plaguing Shunliyan before is long gone as he rejoices at his rolls! A childlike splendor and glee glaze over him in waves that he hasn't felt in ages! Perhaps its something in the Oolong he was subconsciously sipping at all along?

Emperor 's last roll had come up wanting and he grumbled. Whenever the man would figure out the contraption that was his pipe he'd lean in much too close for comfort and clench the edges of his teeth upon the mouthpiece drawing it away as he inhaled. The little gold glowing orb of opium sat inside the bowl, burning together with the mixture. Giving off fragrance of passion fruit and floral notes of jasmine. A sweeter mix then he was used to...but that happened to be what the man used. He got himself quite the eying but now it was his turn to roll. The host calling for the last round. He eyed the board with intensity as the spotted dog rolled his last and put up a strong finish. Then turned upon the leopard. "I see you wilting yourself." Sure the man was a head of him but he had left quite the door open for the others to charge through. The fellow at the other end which he was getting occasional looks from had stolen that lead. A nice comeback. But it would not be enough as his escort was taking the dice and the mastiff's eyes sent bugling out of his head at the numbers. Toting on the pipe as the white mist rose up. Eyes half lidded as he took the dice. Hovering them under the lips of his escort. Eyes locked on him and of course he would be blamed should his dice fail. Letting them rocket their way into the box with a flourish of his long sleeve billowing from the motion. -e-

Devoted: : felt the brush of hot breath against her ear, cheeks burning at his voice, smooth as silk. Oh, this had been a terrible idea hadn't it? Or a really good one, Juniper wasn't sure which. Her heart fluttered more in her chest, as she gave the tiniest wiggle when she felt that hand on her knee. This is where her acting came into play- she made no move to remove it, even as the devious canine began to move up. Well she certainly had gotten herself in a spot, but June didn't think she regretted that. "I didn't think of it as a two way deal." June replied, trying not to stutter over her words. "But I suppose in fairness, I'll owe you something." Oh, that was a dangerous game, June knew. Telling the Druglord she owed him. Despite everything, the shy little spaniel, found that she was having some fun. Maybe she was a horrible little deviant after all?

Emperor eyed the dice with a heated rage as he leaned back and gave a shrug. "I hope you know such was an investment Shunliyan. I'll be around to collect." As he took his pipe from his lips and knocked away the ash onto the floor next to him for some hapless slave to sweep up later. "Well played everyone. A interesting game. Please have another one sometime. We'd love to take more of your riches." A light rumble which could have counted as a sort of restrained chuckle. Gathering up the herb mixtures into the case and depositing it back into his sleeves. He'd leave the elvish man to collect his winnings...which were actually the mastiff's after all. In a sense he'd cheated given himself an edge by having more then one player on his own coin; or was it simply good strategy? ..but since no one said anything the tyrant would be nodding farewell to all of them. While he couldn't be the face of this victory his coifers would be filled nonetheless.

Campy had actually expected the spaniel to smack his hand away the more he moved up her thigh, so perhaps it was a delightful little surprise that she hadn't - now he had to consider whether this was because she was actually enjoying the attention, or if she was frozen with fear. It easily could have been either or. With his free hand, the Dalmatian continued to keep a track of everyone's numbers and made very easy work with it, though Immerse's amazing streak of luck had him pausing for a second before recounting the die he had thrown as though he couldn't believe how much he had gotten in a single throw - and with Emperor's final round sadly being a bust for him, it was quite clear who the winner of the game was. "It seems your companion has stolen all the luck for himself, congratulations, you won the platinum," Campy indicated to the neat little stacks of coin to show that he was free to take his winnings now; whilst doing so, he would squeeze the portion of June's thigh where his hand now rested as if to make a point that she did, indeed, owe him now for being a faulty good luck charm in the end.

Dominik knew from his last roll that he was not going to win this game by any stretch of the means. However he did take joy in watching the obviously cocky mastiff whom was so blessed with luck charms that he rolled nothing but duds after his boast. "I guess they really were single use. Should buy more next time." However the man that had arrived with Emperor had rolled exceptionally well. The mongolian was quite impressed and even offered a small golf clap. "Well rolled!" He might have lost but he was no poor sport. It was just a drop in the bucket for him. The event and the company was more than the platinum he would have earned should he have won. With the cigarette now at its unfortunate end he took one last pull off of it before plucking it from his lips and deadening it in an empty glass tray where so many other tobacco sticks had met their fate. "Thanks for hosting the event. It was enjoyable. Do it again some time." He out stretched his hand to Campy for a gentleman's hand shake.

Devoted did her best to keep a straight face as that hand kept wandering, watching Campy work on the numbers. She did Aurora's finances, and couldn't help but be curious about the winnings- but it seemed everyone had been able to play, and no one had to devote time to being someone else's slave. The cruel part of Juniper was disappointed. It would have been funny to see high class men have to do demeaning slave tasks- was she a sadist? June did indeed like the Dalmatian's touch, remaining on his lap even though the game was over, a squeak escaping her lips at that squeeze to her thigh. She swallowed hard, hands attempting to flatten her skirt, nevermind the wandering hand under there! "C-Congratulations on your victories." She said, with a smile. Her traitorous tail wagged a little against the man's muscular thigh, before June's hand could stop it.

Harte: Close, but no cigar. There was simply no chance against Shunliyan's rolls- not with the disaster round two had been. He felt a bit embittered that the mastiff had essentially two shots at victory... but there was nothing to be done about it, and Harte simply resigned himself to the loss. "I enjoyed myself. Congratulations," he said with a smile, not appearing particularly bothered by his lack of success- though he really would have preferred the heftier coinpurse he'd envisioned after his first rolls. Keen to finish off his drink before he returned to the atrium, he took a fairly large sip, pointedly avoiding looking over at Campy and his charge more than was necessary- he didn't want it assumed that he was ogling. More power to those two, though.

 Immerse "Thank you everyone for an exhilarating game! That was my first win in a long time!" Shunliyan was simply over the moon with his comeback victory so much so that the winnings were just a bonus. The pearlescent man moved to collect the winnings and was pleasantly surprised by the good sportsmanship of his fellow players which warmed his heart. With an equally warm glow emitting from in between his horns Shunliyan takes a bow. For those who watched his exit they would notice that he didnt walk through a door but rather into a section of the bar and seemingly disappeared.