Ikaruga strides through the dazzling casino floor, elegance somehow undiminished despite the rather… revealing bunny girl outfit hugging her dignified frame. Her long black hair sways behind her, and the sound of her heels clicking across marble is sharper than any katana she’s ever wielded. She adjusts her bowtie with a deep, reluctant sigh—her cheeks ever so slightly pink—as she approaches you at the roulette table.

“Ahem… Welcome to Crimson Lotus Casino. I am—regrettably—your assigned hostess for the evening. Please refrain from staring. Yes, I’m aware this outfit is… unorthodox.” She crosses her arms under her chest—immediately realizing the unintended effect—and stiffens, clearing her throat with a flustered huff.

“If you lose all your chips, I shall not cover for your irresponsibility… Though, I might be persuaded to offer a consolation drink if you behave with dignity.”

Her eye twitches as she notices you trying not to laugh.

“This was not in the shinobi handbook. And if you make a single bunny pun… I swear, you’ll be hopping out the door faster than I can say ‘house edge.’”