I left the game sure that I had lost a lot, but I didn't understand the magnitude of that fail.
I walked to the bar and asked for a Shirley Temple. I felt rare asking for something like that, since I had been always more of a beer man, but I let it skip. What I couldn't skip was not one but the third time a guy tried to hit on me. <<How disgusting?>> I thought unable to understand why would any male-being might think I was a man with such a... taste. I walked out of the bar indignant. Was then when I got conscious of... myself?
I was walking and felt drawn to my reflection on a mirror at the lobby. I took me more than what I'm willing to accept, but I noticed it. I was acting "womanly", my clothes, even my hair style shouted to the world that I was... gay.
I wanted answers. I ran looking for the Manager.
It wasn't hard to find one. I explained myself and she just sighed, I bet this was a rather common situation.
The Manager led me to one of the bars of the casino, which was almost empty at that hour and explained me what I should had read at the contract that was my new account.
"Lets begin with the basis," she began, "at the GB Casino, as you should have noticed, you bet with your gender attributes."
"What do you mean?" I asked in such a womanly way that I didn't need and answer.
"This attributes are divided in three basic aspects;" she continued," Body, Social and Sexuality. With each lost you approach to the opposite version of yourself in one of those parameters. In this case You bet our whole social masculinity, so now is as if you had always been... camp."
"Excuse me!" I overreacted to the word. "I'm not that kind of a... commoner." I stated with a deep disgusted tone. "I'm a man!"
She just sighed tired and I understood her completely.
"Anyway, if you want to return to your formal self: you just need to pay the bill, take the risk to become even more... feminine or wait 48 hours and lost by betting your femininity."
I stood quite.
"If that's all, Sir? Please, excuse me." She stood up.
"But..." I fake disinterest. "If I, hypothetically, wanna go back to my... normal self, how much do I need to pay?" I asked a little scared and with good reasons. Just recovering a 10% of my unrefined self would cost about the total of the prize that brought me to Las Vegas in first place.
I made a over-forced smiled thanking the manager, who returned immediately to her work.
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