'That was one in a million!' Ca$ino

Even in the furthest reaches of space you can find a rube willing to risk their monthly paycheck for a chance of a drop of dopamine. But you're smarter than than to waste your money in such a way, so you've never actually been much in here other than to fix one of the machines once or twice. It's a gaudy looking place, with curtains and fake glittery plastic everywhere. The machines stand in rows, emitting a cacophany of unpleasant noise and jingles, adverts for some bum-fuck, cheap-looking, money-stealing game plastered on their fronts and side; you can hear them when walking along the promenade, trying to invite the weak minded and addicted inside.

There's not much here, nothing particularly useful looking to take. Like when this place was busy, this has been a massive waste of time.