Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190723001543/@comment-25828117-20190821011718

Inside there was a pretense of class, but clearly a bad aproximation made by people who didn't know the first thing about it. A garish dilapidated parody of the playboy mansion that had mouldy corners where the carpet had curled away from the wall and smelled of piss. Though it had a roulette wheel on the sign outside, there appeared to be no roulette tables, or at least not anymore. Instead, simple blackjack and poker tables had been set up where raiders and their types bet with caps upfront. No chips. Those would probably get stolen anyways. Guns were allowed in as well as was evident by the firepower on most of the clientelle and the staff's hip. Someone clearly had been to New Vegas once and seen how successful the casinos on the strip had been, and had desperately tried to recreate it to the best of their ability without the security of New Vegas' borders.

That was the casino's side of things. The other was the exploitatively dressed (and just generally exploited) female personel. They walked around in outfits that left very little to the imagination. Evangeline would've fit right in. Doris couldn't believe this was a place that Johnny would visit willingly. She had assumed he had been a bit classier than... well... this.