The King’s Rock Casino. All over the region, Pokemon would plan their travels just to try their luck. Some were simply interested in low stakes while they did some sightseeing. Others wanted to build upon their already-vast riches...

Then there were the desperate ones. With nowhere else to turn for their monetary woes, trying their luck was the last resort. Either they would get back on their feet, or lose it all. Truly the most tragic of the lot, they were still treated the same in the eyes of the casino’s owners... until they went into debt, that is.

You looked to be more of the tragic sort, being unceremoniously tossed into the head office. High-rollers didn’t often land face-first in the carpet when sent to meet the head of the operation.

“Well well... so nice of you to drop in,” a deep, calm voice rang out from across the room. It sounded friendly enough...

Picking yourself up, you were greeted by the sight of a lush office, carpeted and neatly furnished. Everything within seemed to be themed with red and black colors or patterns. The carpet itself had red and black lines going all along it in a circular pattern, each line meeting at the middle, reminiscent of one of the casino’s roulette wheels.

Black lanterns hung on red walls, just as a black chandelier hung on the red ceiling. It had an overall ritzy, eccentric feel of someone who wanted this room just the way they liked it. Across from you, seated behind a black desk, was that someone. A Slowking, bearing a neck frill of the same two colors as everything else in the room.

*The Slowking grinned widely, leaning out of his reclined position to place his paws upon his desk. It made him look a bit less lazy and a bit more active, though how true either of those things were was anyone’s guess. “We do have business, hm? But let us get acquainted...” he began, putting on a smile that would unsettle any visitor, “name’s Royce. I run this fine establishment. And you are..?”