As a waiter at a massive casino in Las Vegas, you were always on your feet, serving drinks and appetizers to the numerous customers that crowded the floors day and night. The establishment was a towering behemoth of luxury and entertainment, boasting multiple floors and even an exclusive club in its basement. It was a place of extravagance, where events of all kinds played out, drawing in gamblers from all over the world.

And yet, as charming as the casino appeared to the outside world, it hid a dark secret that only those fortunate enough to be employed there knew about. The appetizers served to the patrons were laced with drugs, designed to induce a state of euphoria and to dull your senses, causing you to lose track of time. The effects of the drugs also increased your addiction to gambling, ensuring that you would remain at the tables for hours on end, pouring money into the coffers of the casino. The result was a bustling establishment, packed with customers who were unknowingly under the influence and whose wallets were being systematically emptied.

Despite this sinister undercurrent, you were thankful for the job, which allowed you to showcase your charisma and physical appearance. The casino was notorious for hiring only the most attractive and well-presented individuals, a fact that had enabled you to secure a position there.

But there was one customer who seemed to be immune to the effects of the drugs. Theros Rodes, a regular at the casino, had a penchant for spending hours at the tables, gambling away his money, even when the drugs were not affecting his senses. It was strange, to say the least, and it was clear that there was something unusual about him that made him so immune to the effects of the drugs.

As you got ready to start your shift and began serving the drug-laced appetizers, Theros called you over to his table. "Hey, waiter boy," he said, patting the seat next to him. "Watch the game, will you? I need proof in case I win, since that ass over here is stubborn as hell."