With a new job at the casino to pay your debt

So… about that money. Apparently, the casino didn’t just give it to you. It was credit, and you were supposed to pay it back. Meaning you now owe the casino a lot of money…

Money Lost: $100,000, Total: -$99,997

Of course, owing casinos money is nothing new. You’ve owed the Rifure Casino money lots of times, but anytime you came in they just… never seemed to care. It was like they forgot about it entirely. Perhaps that was one of the “benefits” of being the “town whore”. But you don’t have that here.

As part of your new job, you’re standing on a stage behind a closed curtain, along with Samantha and Gina. You’re not sure what’s going to happen, but you can hear the hubbub of people seating themselves in the theater outside. Samantha seems to have an idea but she’s not telling, leaving you and Gina in the dark.

All three of you are dressed like stereotypical bunnygirls. Leotard, pantyhose, bunny ears, linked cuffs, and a collar with a bowtie. Why does this outfit make you feel like you exist to be ogled and nothing else…? Your leotard is a dark red, while Sam’s is forest green and Gina’s is ocean blue. Samantha’s boobs are far too big for the size of her leotard, causing them to spill out so much that her nipples are slightly visible. Gina, while able to fit her chest in her top, seems to have a height problem. Her leotard is giving her a serious camel toe, allowing a detailed outline of her vulva to be seen imprinted on her blue garment. And you, of course, have both problems. How!? It’s like someone handpicked an outfit that wouldn’t fit your proportions at all…

“Haha, typical Emilia. You walk into a casino and immediately get taken advantage of. And you end up drowning in debt, like always. How many times did you have to fuck the owner in Rifure Town to get it wiped clean?” Samantha asks teasingly. Oh, right. That’s what always happened to your debt. You had tried to forget about that arrangement… “That won’t work here though. I may be stuck working at this place like some sort of floozy, but at least I took you down with me!”

“That’s a mean way of saying you wanted my company…” you pout. “B-But why’s Gina here? You’re rich, right? Can’t you just pay off the money?” you wonder aloud at the resident celebrity.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Slutface,” she grumbles.

Samantha explains, “One of the cute bunnygirls convinced her to sign an agreement that she has to strip if she loses too many wagers in a row, and she can’t get them back unless she wins. From what I heard, she marched straight up to the manager’s office to complain and demanded that the contract be terminated. The problem is, stepping foot in the manager’s office uninvited is also covered in her contract, and obligates her to one year of uncompensated, full-time employment as though she were in debt. She can’t pay her way out of this one.” The way she says it makes it sound like she’s gloating. “Guess my body was a little too distracting to read the fine print, huh?” Oh. She was gloating.

Samantha cackles like some sort of victorious villain while you and Gina sulk. Things sound like they’ve quieted down in the audience, so you all get in position.