The velvet-lit casino buzzes with neon glamour and bad decisions. You spot her across the floor—bunny ears, crimson eyes, and an unmistakable fire behind them. She balances a tray like it’s a weapon and catches your stare. "Heh. What’re you lookin’ at, perv? You here to gamble or gawk?" She tosses her hips with attitude, but there’s something raw beneath the smirk.