Josh was not permitted to sit stop his Espeon while inside the casino, and even if he was allowed to, it would leave a poor impression. He would be content with walking alongside the psychic-type. After he stopped at the cage to cash his chips out, recording a 9 PD loss after a session lasting well over four hours, he followed Pluto around, who was navigating the web of curves that was the casino floor. "Absolutely," Josh confirmed. It was important to have a good relationship with sponsors. "And thanks for waiting."

It seemed the place was highly successful, especially the restaurant. They had any kind of cuisine imaginable: Kantonian, Hoennian, Unovan, Alto Maren...it seemed they had a wide variety of talent. "I'm a big fan of Unovan and Alto Maren cuisine," Josh revealed his tastes in food. "If it wasn't so late, I'd give it a try. I'll have to come back here later just to get a bite to eat. Maybe spend some more time in the low stakes room. Your recreational clientele are a pleasure to play with. You get a lot of pros playing in the high stakes rooms?"

Josh couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange between Pluto and Dust. It seemed despite being an owner and executive, he had strong rapport built with many of his employees. "From what I can see, you run a great business. While I'm not a gambler, I'll have to come back for your food. I don't mind coming out to play low stakes poker. I'm just not much of a gambler is all." When asked about the dance room, Josh laughed again. It wasn't at anyone in particular; it was at the situation. "Uh, yeah, no."

"Aww, thank you. My husband is more the business man, I'm more in the employee relations." It made sense, Pluto was a lot more peopley than his husband, Night. Who was no where to be seen, probably off in his office.

"Of course! I'll make sure when you visit again, Scar over there makes the meal. His food is amazing." He gave a chefs kiss. "As for high stakes, quite a few professional players show up." A motion. "Dust here is actually semi-pro, but he doesn't play often." Dust waved his hand to dismiss the topic, disappearing before he got dragged into more conversation.

"Oh, of course. I figured I'd offer, but lets move on." He would lead Josh to another area. It was filled with fish tanks, lit very cool blue. "This lounge is where a lot of people reserve to host private events."

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After thinking on it, it came to no surprise that one would be on the business side and one would be on the internal and even PR side. After all, business smarts and good customer service required two completely different skill sets. "I can tell. This is a business that understands the value of good customer service. It's a rarity in today's day and age, and I never understood why so many businesses no longer invest in customer service. It's what keeps your customers coming back." Mossdeep was a real trip for Josh, even through Dragonair Airlines. That he was willing to make such a long trip on a regular basis said something to the quality of the place.

"Their banter is really fun to watch," Josh added. "Back in Johto, I used to watch cash games late at night when I couldn't sleep." When Dust's name was brought up, the Mauville Leader was going to ask for pointers, but he was already gone. As a recreational player, he probably wouldn't get as much value out of advice meant for professionals. Poker was a strange game in that advice good for professional tables was often no good with less experienced players who didn't understand concepts like blocker bets, implied odds, and ranges.

The lounge area impressed Josh as well, the cool blues and fish tans giving the place the feel of a sunken paradise. "Really impressed with this place overall, Pluto," Josh complimented. "You'll definitely be getting some referrals from me."

Pluto could not help but beam. Compliments just had him all aflutter. He was proud of this business, proud of his beloved Night Fürst, just everyone in general. "Aww, well thank you. The front desk does have cards, feel free to take what you need! I'm very flattered you like it here."

As Josh kept watching, the room would darken to a purple hue, and chinchou and lantern, along with Frillish, would all come out. Glowing in light patterns along the tanks.

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