she had a boyfriend, she wasn't supposed to.. supposed to be walking around, skimpily clad in whatever this fashion genocide was! the top barely had any fabric to begin with, while it clung - admittedly, comfortably - against her skin. it was closer to a one-piece, high waisted on top of a fluffy lopunny tail stick at the end of her tail bone. the ears, while they were a nice touch, only made her want to hide behind them.

"th-this is so embarrassing.." the albino glances up to her partner in crime for the night, cheeks getting red as his eyes shamelessly ran across her body from top down. if she could, she'd crawl into a hole and never come out again! but she couldn't, not when money was on the line. lord forgive her, for she was going to be flirting with a guy who wasn't her partner. holy spirit have mercy.

especially feeling a finger run over her shoulder, which was more than enough to push the already on-edge woman further down the rabbit hole. a shiver ran up her spine, coupled with a slightly shocked and disgruntled expression of embarrassment. "d-don't do that..!" she can only whisper shout, followed by a low whimper while bringing her arms up to hold herself.

ruby red eyes dart across the room, hoping to find their prey - and quickly, so that she didn't have to wear this costume longer than she had to - amongst a drunken crowd. "maybe someone drunk.." she lets out in the process of recovering, motioning closer to a bar. "i think they're more easily convinced."

and if it's not a cute girl whispering into a drunk man's ear, she can only imagine that it would be competitive spirit or sheer, unbridled drunken anger that can push a man to spend more than he should.

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what throws her off (more than the outfit) was how.. open the man here was. he was completely unfazed, like he'd done this almost a million times. really, you couldn't judge a book by its cover. in this case, she would never have been able to tell that a man with a near angelic complexion would be like.. this.

and that only caught her attention for a moment. for the rest of the time, she couldn't help but glance around - and the more she did, the higher number of people caught staring soared - prompting the woman clad in lopunny to gently hold herself closer. she watches on as her partner moves up and casts the bait, putting the offer up in the air. it would be wise of her to follow up and try to tempt the man further, especially while she had his attention.

she tries to move behind the bar, poking at the bartender to explain the situation. they understood, knowing very well why she was there. and with that, she picks up a bottle of vodka in her hands before walking down the bar. there was a bit of time while he was talking to the man, and she used it to put on a pretty face of smiles while pouring drinks and flattering patrons.

until she reaches the target.

she doesn't even have to try; the outfit did the work for her as she poured in another glass of strong alcohol for him. another shy smile, paired with an already existing flush from the attention stretches across her face.

"i hope that you two are enjoying yourselves. i believe a game of poker or blackjack would be nice ways to spend time when winding down~"

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she'll need to take a shower for when everything is said and done.

obviously, so she wouldn't have to walk in home with the residue of sleazy men stares. were she not on the clock, she would have been trembling with an uncomfortable shiver shooting up her spine. though still, she tries to take after the other girls surrounding them, hoping to whisper sweet nothings into the ears of men who's minds seemed more intent on trying to impress the bunnies. she'll never understand the behaviour itself, and never hopes to.

the man before them was pensive, almost as though trying to grasp at whatever remaining straws of reason survived the alcohol. the pensive expression on his face, paired with the pause in his voice already spokes volumes to her but - she thinks - that it won't be something she'll have to worry too much about. there wasn't anything that a push or a shove couldn't do.

in the end, ophelia tried to help out by reaching her hand out to nudge at their victim. she masks her unnerve with a sheepish demeanour, of which she knew was.. somewhat endearing to some people. well it didn't take much, asides from an innocent and gleeful "come on, it'll be fun~" and a bit more physical encouragement. and maybe another drink, to help with 'cooling off' from the initial glow and buzz.

he glances to the tables; one of poker and the other of blackjack. the former was complex - difficult to win, especially with his less than stellar condition. he opts with the latter, moving to the blackjack table and having a set of card being dealt.

a simple gambling game of chance, where the odds were set up against him.

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it was.. a spectacle.

definitely a spectacle.

not the best thing to see, especially when she was all too familiar with the works on how things progress. it was a gradual rabbit hole, one of which was going to be difficult to dig oneself out of. but right now? she hadn't the space of sympathy, though she knows that this night did not favour him. to him, however, maybe it was a blessing. a blessing where two people rooted for him, and his hand was actually looking pretty good. a blessing so solid, so absolute, that he saw no problem in adding more money to the plate.

there was a moment of.. what? hesitation? maybe from the pity, knowing that the man was destined to lose. maybe it was from disappointment, that someone would be so easily sucked into the words of others (laughable and ironic, coming from her of all people). either way, she found the man shameless at best. he looked like he had money to spend (and whether or not that was the truth, it wouldn't be her problem when he's the one to go home with empty pockets). so she, along with her evening partner, continued to cheer the man on.

and, to her chagrin, she continued with gentle and light touches to try and sway the man into a stronger resolve. a stronger resolve to impress her, that is.

it seemed like it worked, rising in tension and heat as the man continued to place his bets. maddonis may have been the little devil trying to coerce by the shoulder, whereas ophelia was trying to act as the trophy prize by the end of the bets. things went well for the man for a while. things went very, very well. enough for him to all into the mentality of 'i can win more' each and every time. his bets got riskier, and the amounts began to rocket.

"ah, a bust."

the woman's tone almost turns flat and, to add insult to injury, began moving herself away from the man who watches the stacks of both his winnings and larger bets plummet into nothingness. the dealer only shrugs, trying to offer a half-assed 'maybe next time'. there's a moment where she's worried and concerned about the man, but she knows that she'll be scolded. instead, she looks to her partner in crime in hopes for a way out.

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