Jayou was a sight to behold and even more so was nightlife style. While the surface world looked marvelous to the eyes, Sora had other plans when it came to its well-known gambling reputation. Much of what was allowed was child’s play- she wanted the high risks, high reward situations and she had dragged Tsuki with her. Needless to say that while she was at the tables, rolling the dice away, her sister was less than enthused as she watched Sora act like a bumbling fool while discreetly charming the dealers. It didn’t help that she was also wearing such tacky attire in the form of a low cut corset and trousers that seemed just a bit too tight for her. Tsuki, on the other hand, was dressed in her Kimoto and was being rather reserved as always. She watched from the side, with an annoyed look written clearly on her face as Sora continued to flirt and gamble away with her money like there was no tomorrow.
“Come on, lucky seven!”, Sora called out happily and blew onto her dice before letting them roll onto the table before sure enough, she got what she sought as one die rolled into a three, and the other was a four. “Woohoo!” She eagerly took her winnings while her sister shook her head. She had been “winning” for at least the last hour and she could that those around them, who previously had been cheering her on which her “miraculous” luck was starting to get wise about what was going on. Sure enough in time, they would be sure that she was cheating somehow. All of them except for the dealers, who she’d probably get to deny the claims and silence them.
“Can we please go?”, she sighed, crossing her arms as her sister rolled again, and getting another lucky roll. “We can play something else, or better yet, leave now.”
“Pfft, why would I want to leave? I’m on a roll!”, Sora said, half complaining and voluntarily ignoring the other people as she blew on her dice again and was about to roll when the white kitsune caught the dice in mid-throw. “Hey!”
“You fool, we are leaving…now.” Tsuki looked at her with an all too serious look, making Sora return a look of her own- her cheeks were filled with air and she stared angrily at her before pushing herself away from the table. “Miss…”, the dealer said with an air of infatuation, “Don’t forget, you have to pay for that last roll, darling.” Sora shot him a look before suddenly he gripped at his head, complaining about a pain that felt like a spike being driven through his head before he collapsed onto the floor and continued to writhe in pain while she calmly collected her winnings. “Fine. Let’s play something else.” The crowd around them moved out of their way as the two left the table and before long, she started in on her vices once again and this time she was on the hunt for a game of poker.
“Not again”, she said, holding her hand against her face as the black kitsune looked around the tables eagerly.