“Where’re you going?” “You think I can stand here all day and babysit you? You’ll be fine with these three yahoos,” he chuckled, waving over his shoulder. “Don’t yell at the dame, fathead! She’s gonna be workin’ with us- ain’t that obvious?” Whis let out a dopey “no”, before huffing and turning back to the bar. And Whis was… well he just yelled at you, thinking you were a customer, only to be shoved over by Scot. Scot was already giving you the flirty eye.

Marti sure liked having another girl behind the bar. The tipsy troop were… a few mixed reactions. Let’s just get going then, before the boss gets on both our asses.” With a slightly rough shove, you were pushed onto the casino floor once again. Dice suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. You had seen what the other women were wearing- which wasn’t much. “No- I’d rather not have anyone ogle my backside in some skimpy dress.” “Now, who said it’d be skimpy?” You gave him a look, before motioning to the casino floor. “What’s wrong? Rather have a dress, dollface?” You sneered slightly, crossing your arms. Dice could see, from your facial expression, how you felt about this change. “There- now you’re fit to work here.” You REALLY hate it. Now you just look like a smaller, non-dice-headed version of King Dice. You kinda wished you kept your old clothes. Can’t walk around the casino lookin’ like this.” You wanted to be offended, but you did feel extremely out of place among the “pretty people” in your old clothes. King Dice set his hands on your shoulders, leading you down a hall. We’ll have to teach her how to walk the floor, later.” The manager nodded, and the Devil simply vanished in a wall of fire. “Get her some new clothes, Dice, and set her up at the bar with the Tipsy Troop, for now. Once out of sight of the casino’s guests, he pawned you off to King Dice. The grip a little too tight for your liking as he led you to the backrooms.

The only thing keeping them from acting on any impulses was the Devil’s arm around your shoulders. Some sneered, some gave you that pitied look when you see a sick dog on the side of the road, and some had that that look like they wanted to yell at you to get out. The moment you had entered the building, many of the aristocrats and snobs saw you in your dirty clothes, oversized- stolen- jacket, and not wearing any shoes. The smell alone made you a little nauseous- high end cigars, booze, and food too much for your senses. Growing up living on scraps and in hand me down clothes didn’t prepare you for the inside of the Devil’s casino. Warning for: Manipulation, skeevy people, Devil and King Dice being assholes. I’m tired, my hands hurt, but I’m gettin Terraria outta this so its worth it. This is a commission for a user that wishes to remain anonymous! They wanted a continuation of the “street rat catches the eye of king dice and the devil”.

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