a bustling night in the casino- this particular casino was owned and operated by the port mafia- and chuuya was one of the owners
people we’re sitting at slot machine- smoking, drinking, completely entranced by the screen in front of them- old and young men alike sat at poker and blackjack tables gambling their lives away- servers walked around serving drinks to the customers, in tight corsets, making them more appealing
chuuya was sitting at a poker table- he wore a sleep crimson and black suit with shiny material- his fluffy ginger hair framed his face as his gloved hand hold his cards…the other hand pinching a cigarette, you were standing over his shoulder, one hand on his collarbone watching him play….
“Where’d you get her from?”
a man asked chuuya- he was sitting across from him with a smirk- insinuating that you were probably a prostitute- you were really his husband/wife