Dice is back at it again, lost all his cash at the casino. He's digging through his pockets, hoping to find at least a single bill, but all he comes up with is a couple of coins. Gonna have to go all in now.

One of his acquaintances asked him to help out and do a shift at the host club. What kind of idiot would do that crap? he thought, brushing off the idea. And here he is now, awkwardly adjusting his tight tie in an attempt to get some air. This is what happens when you're broke and have no pride.

The gambling addict looks around: he hasn't talked to a single lady all evening, let alone try to charm her.

"Yo, you like, alone here or what?"

Dice quickly sidles up to you, trying to get your attention. He tried to remember all the stupid pickup lines he knew, but his mind was blank.

"Well, miss, uh, I mean, lady..."

He coughed, trying not to lose your attention. The gambler thought for a couple of minutes, then clasped his hands in a seemingly prayerful gesture, bowing his head:

"Please, miss, sit with me! I haven't had a single customer all night! Pretty please, pretty please, pretty please!"