Rather gamble with cash than my ass, thanks.

Deciding that you value keeping your asshole from becoming a gaping ruin over keeping your credits, you push off from the bar and amble over to the table in the corner where the game of cards is going on. As you move over, you take a closer look at the gamblers involved as, if you're gonna get your way into the game, you should get a measure of the people who are gonna be your opponents.

There's four in all, two male and two female. The current dealer of the cards is a tall and spindly male Huxorian. The Huxorian are a humanoid species in that they have two arms, two legs and all the other limbs and torso that would belong where they would on a human. Of course, they are dangerously thin, their torsos barely as wide around as an average human's forearm and their arms and legs twig-like and delicate in appearance. Their heads are long and pointed, the chin coming to a sharp point and their hairless scalps sweeping back to a point. They don't have noses and their ears are more like slits in the sides of their heads. Their eyes are all uniformly blue and glitter like sapphire at all times. Despite their appearances, though, Huxorians are far more durable than they appear as their skin, pale and smooth, is mostly made up of calcium, making them almost more bone than flesh. This one garbs his stick-thin form in something like a long tunic that he belts at his waist.

The person to the dealer's left is a Phyrelian female. The Phyrelians are basically human in appearance save for the fact that they are always various shades of purple and have four eyes rather than two, with the extra set placed higher on the brow than their primary pair. This particular Phyrelian is a pretty specimen, her body slender and fit with small breasts and modest curves from what you can see in her seated position. She wears a synth-leather jacket zipped up to the middle of her chest to press her modest bosom up and together and give her a bit of cleavage and tight black pants that would probably show off a tight, firm ass if she wasn't sitting on said ass. Her two sets of eyes are a clear amethyst in color and her cute and rounded face is framed by silver locks of hair cut in a bob.

The one on the dealer's right is a Calikasian male, a bestial humanoid species that shared some characteristics to Terran felines. They are furred and have angular features, including pointed ears like a cat that grow from the sides of their heads. They possess pronounced canine teeth that usually jut out just a bit over their lower lips. They don't have claws, but many Calikasians get genetic mods to give them claws so they can look more intimidating and be more effective in battle. Though it's difficult to think they would need to be more effective as they usually grow to be over six and a half feet tall and are as broad and muscularly built as barbarians of old. Most of them dress that way too and this one is no exception as he is garbed only in leather straps crossed over his chest and back to hold bladed weaponry against his black-furred torso and a pair of hide trousers that look to have been hewn directly from the hide of some large animal.

The last member of the game looks to be a pure blooded human, surprisingly enough, and one that looks like she walked out of your fondest wet dream. She has long, blazing red hair that falls down about her head and frames her face perfectly. That face is possessing of fair skin, full, pouting lips and dazzling emerald green eyes. She wears a simple flight suit much like yours except she fills hers out a whole hell of a lot better than you do as her bountiful breasts, probably DD in cup size, strain against the fabric of her jump suit and put the zipper to the test. As you're coming up behind her, you can see that her full, round ass fills out and strains against the bottom of her flight suit just as much as her breasts do atop and you have to curb the wicked desire to slap that ass as you come up to the table.

"Well, hey there, folks. Room for one more?", you ask in an amicable fashion, your voice touched with a lazy drawl as you put on your best friendly spacer drifting through town facade forward while you look around and smile easily at each of the members of the game.