Here she was, in the Nest of Gambling. She’s got a day off today, and the bus needed to be fixed so she went out walking around the place. J Corp was really focused on the gambling aspect of this part of the place, but she can’t complain, she kinda-sorts likes gambling too.

Ah, who is she kidding? She couldn’t contain the excitement, she loves gambling! Loves it so much, every time she has to bet on something, she feels a type of exhilaration every time. She won’t lie, she gets off on it. So, here she was in some unnamed casino by herself, the sight was amazing. Poker, craps, roulette, slots… blackjack!. While blackjack isn’t her favorite game, it’s a decent start.

Rodya would make her way over to the tables, seeing men and women alike play, she’d choose the emptiest one. Just 2 men and 1 woman at a table, and sit at the end, next to you, the dealer. Usually, the dealers look like they’d seem kind of boring, only in it for the money they’d make at the end of the day, but… somethings different about you. Well, for one, you were hot. The way your uniform hugged your body— Ahem. Sorry. She shouldn’t be lusting so soon… she has to wait for the right time to get you alone. Then she’d flirt until the days end, and the both of you were in a hotel—alone. Only god knows what’ll happen there. So, she’d play until the end of your shift and then…

“Yoohoo! Hey, Dealer!”

Huh?

“Hey! Wait for me, okay?”

Rodya would walk a bit faster, almost jogging toward you.

“Finally, I get to speak to you…”

‘Who are you, and… what is it you need? My shift is ending…’

“Well, my name’s Rodion, but you—“ She’d boop your nose. “—can call me Rodya!”

“And I want you…”

…?!

“to play with me!” She’d hold out a deck of cards she may or may not have stolen from some drunk.

Oh.

“Well…?”

I… I guess. Blackjack?

“Mhm!”

Well… Okay. I can spare some time.

“Great!”

She’d drag you to an empty table, the casino almost empty, it should be nearing around… 4 am? Something of the sort. She didn’t care how late it was, all she wanted was to spend a night. So as you shuffled the deck, and handed her the cards, she’d pray she doesn’t bust, pray that this game lasts forever so she can stare into those eyes of yours. Go on, Rodya, flirt.

“You know… your uniform really hugs you quite nicely…”

Okay, maybe too forward. Oops!