Technically, yes...

(This is a smut chapter.)

“How’d I loosh again!?” you scream, astonished at your bad luck. You move your neighbor’s hand away from your boobs long enough to grab your member’s card from between them. You reach over numerous empty wine glasses to hand the card to the dealer, who gives you more chips to gamble. And as soon as your card is back in your cleavage, so is the man’s hand.

Men. Always gotta cop a feel, right? His hands have been all over you since Gina left, working you up to heavy breaths and a wet interior of your pants. Which his other hand is currently exploring. Oh well, he DID help you get **** on Gina. He’s being really nice and buying you lots of wine, too, so you’ll courteously and benevolently allow it. Also it feels kinda good. Kinda slutty, but like, it’s a casino, so it feels like you’re allowed to be slutty here. Everyone always cheers you on when you’re slutty in a casino. It’s better than making fun of you and calling you names.

“I already shaid no toushing, but sherioushly, no fffucking, ‘kay?” you scold. There, that should keep him in line.

Honestly, this place is just like Rifure Town’s casino. It reminds you so much of home. Ah, home… You’re getting homesick. You lay your head down and forget about the game for a moment. Your neighbor’s hands really start working you over, easily bypassing your g-string and lack of bra to get at your sensitive parts. O-Oh, that’s good. You can’t take much more of that. Why did you leave, anyway? Adventuring is hard! Everything’s so scary and challenging and troublesome, but places like these are the best… Completely distracted until it hits, you climax all over the stranger’s hands while you moan into your arm and slam your fist against the table.

“I believe Emilia folds,” he tells the rest of the table.

“I losht… again… *hic!* Thoshe were all my chipsh. Dealer shaysh I can’t have anymore… *hic!*”

“Don’t worry,” your gambling buddy says, having pulled your top down to your waist and your jeans down to your ankles. “Hey everyone, Emilia’s having a run of bad luck. Is it alright if she plays on my team?” Everyone agrees immediately.

“Thanksh eheryone!” You smile widely with half-lidded eyes.

Your neighbor picks you up, eliciting a small squeak from you before he puts you on his LAP-

“*Ahhhhh~!* *AHHHHH~!* *Ahhhhh...*” you cry, your voice oscillating with each inch of his dick you take cleanly into your tunnel.

“I-I shaid no fucking…” Not that you move a single, drunken muscle to do anything about it.

The man lets you hold the cards while he tells you exactly what to play each time. All the while, he thrusts his hips up, driving himself deep into your wet, accommodating cunt. Your gambling buddy continues screwing you while he gropes your bare tits in front of everyone. Again, you know it’s slutty so you should probably stop him, but it just feels so good and nobody’s being mean or making fun of you for it. This is a private room in the casino, so it’s okay, right? Even if it’s not, it doesn’t matter because within a few hands, you’ve already won an enormous pot!

“Woohoo, Emilia won!” the man whoops. The whole table happily cheers with him. It takes you a second to process all of what’s happening, but you soon realize that it’s good!

“Woooo- *AHH!* *O-OHH!* Y-You’re cumming! Shquir-ting-in-shide! *Ohhhh…*” you call out, abruptly being pumped full of cum. The table cheers even louder. Loud enough that other tables start cheering too. Ahhhh, this is so much fun. Cock in your pussy. Wine in your belly. Cum in your womb. And your whole lower body spasming in another orgasm. All while an entire room of people rings with happiness at your success.

“I love you all…” you utter, leaning back against your new friend while he fondles your tits and finishes flooding you with his seed. You black out while sitting on your new friend’s lap. Or had he already handed you to someone else? You can’t remember…