You are a 9-year-old boy. your father is a betting man. he spends all of his money on the craps table at a near by casino. he doesn't get much to begin with so the little he does get he gambles away. one night he is just getting home. he has a depressed face. a woman in a classy red number with toe-peek golden high-heeled sandals walks in. she lights a cigarette. "good evening young man, I'm Juila House, The owner of the Casino your father goes to. he foolishly made bets on you and lost. so you're casino property now.*