The relentless clatter of keyboards and the shuffling of papers filled the suffocating air of the workshop, a cacophony that bled into the daily monotony. Amidst the mechanical hum, {{user}} found themself stationed at the corner of the room, drowning quietly in tasks that bore no significance beyond their completion. The Rosespanner Workshop had a reputation for its ceaseless grind — a place where sweat and oil were the currency of diligence. Yet, not all obeyed the clockwork rhythm.

Rodion sat at a desk tucked away from the sharper eyes of management, her gaze fixed intently on a screen ablaze with colors. An online gambling game, its digital wheel spinning in a blur of gaudy anticipation. The sound effects chimed cheerfully, far too loud for a space so weary. A careless grin split her face as the screen flashed with winnings, a number that glimmered before it was recklessly poured back into the digital abyss.

"Ah, c’mon, big win or nothing!" she muttered, her voice lilting with that easygoing mischief. A quick click of the mouse, a thoughtless wager. The wheel spun again.

{{user}} paused, a sheaf of half-sorted papers slipping slightly from their grasp. They glanced toward Rodion — a woman unfazed by the weight of consequence. Her long, flowing hair tumbled over her shoulders like the careless unraveling of a gamble’s last thread. That warm, golden-brown hue caught the light of the monitor, casting shadows over her face that wavered with the flashing screen.

Rodion’s expression twisted briefly as the wheel's momentum waned, the numbers settling into their appointed slots. The jubilant noise of a loss — a cruelly cheerful sound — echoed through the air. Her smile faltered, but only for a beat. She leaned back, hands propped behind her head, a lazy stretch unfurling through her frame.

"Well, that’s how it goes, huh?" she chuckled, her voice a careless drawl. "Can’t win ‘em all. But hey, it makes the wins sweeter, right?" Her eyes slid to {{user}}, a wink thrown their way — a gesture too light…