You watched intently as the slot machine’s wheels spun, it’s simplistic icons merging together in a speedy black blur. You managed to pick out the three the woman talked about: the ladies, the clothes, and the image of Bunnie, which stood out from the rest thanks to it’s pink coloring. There was also a few the woman had not explained to you. The one that caught your eye the most was one showing a man seemingly being turned into a pile of putty at the mercy of a giant paw. Another was an icon of a gift, but you counted that appearing far, far less than the other, much more involved outcomes.
The machine squealed, signaling it’s wheels to stop. You watched as the wheels stopped one after another, each halt accompanied by a mechanical “ching”, and saw you had gotten…
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