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Your train eventually stops at the train station in this part of P-Corp's district. You promptly head out of the station after Clover flashes his P-Corp Business Pass (since he owns a casino here).
The snowy streets are, compared to the district you left, packed to the brim with people. Most of them are just wandering around and enjoying the snowy weather while a few tired business workers are piled at old faux-wood benches, staring up at the now night sky.
Clover leads your group over to his casino.
Compared to everything else in the city, it's still very quaint. It's a mostly unremarkable square building with a bright neon sign above the front door reading "CLOVER SUITE" hanging in front of the door. Another neon sign that displays a cowboy is placed right next to it. The only changes from when you last came here is that there's a few paper cutouts of the 'star performers' hanging outside.
There's one of Clover, Casey, a fox-headed (literally) woman (Kana), a blue haired woman in a blue-grey sleeveless shirt (Marla), and a few other faces you don't quite recognize. You glance over at Clover.
He shrugs. "We do performances here. Bite me."
The line outside of the casino is MASSIVE, even moreso than last time. Two armed bouncers with shotguns and obvious cybernetics pouring out of them stay by the door to make sure no one tries anything funny. Once they spot Clover, they gesture at your group to head in ahead of the line.
Your group does so. The line begins to complain but when they notice Clover and Casey, the sounds of them whining and complaining is quickly drowned out with cries of adoration. Seems like Clover made himself into a small celebrity in P-Corp, huh?
The building interior has been renovated COMPLETELY. While there's still five floors with industrial catwalks towering above you, the ground floor has been polished up a LOT. The once peeling red and yellow wallpaper has been replaced, the slot machines and roulette tables have been replaced completely with new ones, almost opulent decorations like massive chandlers and L-Corp candles that are lit with multi-colored flames scattered all through the place...it's something.
Detailed illustrations of Clover and his crew doing cowboy-esque tomfuckery are plastered on the walls and ceiling as well.
The guests here aren't nearly as soulless and lifeless as when you last checked here. They actually seem to be having a blast and aren't completely braindead from gambling all day, every day.
"We had a bit of a cash injection from a...Krakatoa something? Don't really recall who." Clover waves his hand. Ah. Max had something to do with this, you DID bring her here.
"Yep! We even installed a brand new bar and some skill based games! C'mon!" Casey begins to drag your group to the back of the ground floor.
The first thing you spot is a bar that's lined to the BRIM with every kind of booze you could possibly name of. Fucking jackpot. You know what you're hitting later.
