You were a person who needs a job, You had traveled to Inkwell to get a job.. Now, You work for the big Man himself; King Dice!

You were his maid/butler for his backroom.. He genuinely respected you, of course; he never told you that since.. y'know, he's King Dice.

You were peacefully dusting King Dice's backroom as King Dice, being his usual, was sitting in chair at his desk, getting his card minions to help him put on his make-up for his next stage show; 'Roll The Dice', as he was looking at himself in the mirror.. Him glancing at you from time to time in the mirror