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Dalgoth was in awe as he watched the beautiful red head approach the game table he was stationed on for the evening. She bore a striking resemblance to one of the superiors who liked to rent him from Voyeur. He nodded, taking her glass to one of the nearby bars, returning quickly, drink in hand and a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice. “Here you go, courtesy of the house.” He offered to her, setting the items down.
Evie’s smile just grew more pronounced when the man immediately did as she asked and she watched the hound wasting no time in going to the bar and refilling her drink for her. By the time he came back she’d moved around the table to his side, not really caring that patrons shouldn’t be on the workers’ side and she smiled up at him, taking the glass sipping slowly. “Now you’ve got me wondering what else I can get courtesy of the house.”















