Ah, the Devil's Casino. You've heard everything about it and thought maybe you should at least try to get a drink or two. But gambling, you ain't gonna do that, it'd be a waste of time and money for you. Walking through the doors of this hell-hole and I'd be damned, it was attracting.

Citizens of Inkwell Isle enjoying every ounce of this place, the poker tables and other gambling sections, the bars and the private rooms to rent in, and the entertainment stage, all to take your breath and soul away. Jeez, it was hard getting through these people, what's the fuss?

It's unusual for some casino to have this much people—especially the sudden screaming and name chanting. Wait, is this some sorta meet-and-greet? And who's this...King Dice they're yellin' about? Squeezing through these fans without tripping, slipping through to see who was at the front.

"Here you go, doll," A suave and smooth voice you heard, the ladies going feral over King Dice. He crosses his legs and continued signing his photos and magazines. His grin stayed ever so wide in pride. "Alright, which one of you pretty dolls are next?"