Chapter #5Three Gifts by: Gator   ... three gifts in a row.
Curious as to what you've just won, you turned your head to the vixen, your lips parting in preparation to ask... but what you see takes you by such surprise that the question dies in your throat.
Gone was the friendly smile from the fox woman's face. Absent was the playful spark in her pretty eyes.
In their place was a look of complete and utter disappointment.
"Oh..." She sighed the word more than she spoke it. "That one..."
"What is it?" You asked meekly, afraid her sudden displeasure could easily turn to anger with the wrong tone or volume.
The vixen offered no verbal response. Instead she lazily - no; apathetically - pointed towards the slot machine. You shifted your attention back to it - just in time to hear a "clung" from below thanks to a lull in the noise of the busy room around you. Glancing down, you noticed a single, golden coin sitting in dispensing slot. You picked it up and brought it closer to your face for a better look. It's a little bigger than a Quarter in size, on both of it's sides is the image of a gift identical to the those still displayed on the machine's wheels, and, while you presume they're most likely made from the same substance (if it's not gold), the coin doesn't look anywhere near as pristine or clean as the gold plates of the slot machine. And is that dust on it?
"Take that to the desk at the back." The vixen's voice was positively brimming with boredom. When you looked back to her, she was half-heartedly inspected the nails - claws? - on her right hand. The expression on her face had softened from pure, razor-sharp disappointment to simple, less sharp disappointment, and for that you were silently grateful. You still couldn't wrap your head around why had she reacted that way to the gifts. She had mentioned the clothes, the ladies, and the bunnies with utmost glee in her voice. What made the gifts so disappointing to her?
As if knowing you were about to ask where this desk was, which you were, the vixen paused her lifeless check-up to point with that very hand to the opposite end of the room. "It's over there; at the back. That's where you'll get your reward."
You had to shimmy around in your chair to see where she was pointing. There, beyond the bustling swathes of both guests and staff, was a large desk with someone reading an obscuring magazine sitting behind it.
Looking back to the coin held between your fingers, you ponder on whether to cash this baby in now, or hold off on it until you've tried your hand - and tested your luck - on more of the various forms of gambling scattered around the room.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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