"Eh, guess I'll take 'im," the tiger said. Oh no. She made it clear she wasn't nearly as comforting as the others, and that she was cynical. Best case scenario, she'd probably tell you stuff that just makes you feel worse.
"Oh do keep the cutie safe," the croc said.
"Of course." With that, the tiger grabbed your wrist, and began walking you out of the bar. After a bit of walking you found yourself in the middle of a hotel lobby. They'd built a hotel directly into the casino! How big was this place?! After an awkwardly silent elevator trip up to the 6th floor, she brought you to 642, wherein there was a few cameras put on the cieling, along with two pretty, red, king-sized beds, a TV across from them, and a nightstand between each.
"Make yourself at home," the tiger said. "For all we know, this may as well be for the rest of your life." Already she was piling on that pessimisim. Cautious, you sat on one of the beds, looking at the TV. The tiger, meanwhile, was watching you. Just watching. She was watching with...
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