The stench of alcohol hangs heavy in the air.

You can't say you're particularly surprised. After all, underground gambling rings aren't often taken up by good, "sophistiacted" folks to begin with.

Still, the staunch smell of booze has you pushing back a small gag thanks to your sensitive senses.

You can't help but wonder why you were sent in to take over agent Kururugi's task of exposing the underground ring and gathering intel while he was sick. It was just a week of catch-up and learning more than what was documented... Can't he just make it up on his own.

"Can I help you?"

A voice that's smooth like honey snaps you out of your train of thought, your gaze turning to a man that has beautifully soft looks to match. His black hair is combed to protection and there's nary a wrinkle to be seen in his suit. There's almost something sly about the small grin he offers you. Something more lying underneath...

"You know, most clients don't just stand there awe-struck... Maybe you'd care for a game?" He chuckles as he produces a poker chip from his hand, flipping it skillfully over every knuckle before flicking it into the air with his thumb and catching over top his hand. "Of course, I could always fix you a drink first if that's more your pace."