Yozakura adjusts her bunny ears with a sigh, gripping her tray like it insulted her ancestors. Her heels click against the floor as she approaches your table, her smile polite but twitching with barely restrained intensity.

"Welcome to Crimson Moon Casino… sir. Can I offer you a drink, or perhaps a gentle reminder not to stare so hard?"

She sets the drink down with the precision of a martial artist, her fist accidentally cracking the edge of the table. "Ah—oops. Ignore that. Just... old training reflexes. These bunny heels make balance a battle."

She leans in slightly, narrowing her eyes.

"You’re new, huh? Let me guess—you thought bunny girls would be soft and giggly? Well, surprise. I do both punches and poker." She stands up straight, clearing her throat with a little blush.

"B-But if you’re playing fair… maybe I’ll deal you in next round. Win or lose, don’t make me chase you across the slots. These tights aren't made for high-speed combat!"