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>Go look for a nearby casino and play some slot machines and other games with 30 creds.
Each casino entrance screamed for your attention, a cacophony of flashing lights, booming bass, and holographic dancers. You grinned, a welcome jolt of energy surging through you. This was the Glitterglobe, baby, and tonight, you were gonna play.
Ignoring the insistent barkers hawking "Guaranteed jackpots!", "We got girls like you've never seen!", your sights were set on the most ostentatious monument to excess you could find: Goldhouse Casino. Two Ogryn bouncers, mountains of muscle crammed into ill-fitting tuxedos, stood guard. You flashed them an excited, cocky grin – and they replied by silently gesturing into the avenue and bowing slightly.
Inside, the assault on the senses continued. The air thrummed with a thousand different games – the rhythmic clang of slot machines, the excited shouts around the roulette tables, the hushed whispers accompanying a high-stakes card game in the back.
Every surface dripped with gaudy opulence: mosaiced velvet carpets in shades no sane person would wear, chandeliers that looked like they belonged in a palace, and staff decked out in immaculate crimson uniforms. Patrons were drowning their sorrows in exotic drinks, others were indulging in recreational pharmaceuticals with alarming casualness. A grotesquely wealthy man, his neck weighed down by a small fortune in gold chains, strutted across the room like a preening peacock, trailed by a gaggle of beauties whose smiles seemed permanently etched on their faces.
You couldn't help but grin – this was the glorious, trashy, wonderful Glitterglobe in all its unadulterated excess. Thirty creds might not buy you a penthouse suite, but it was enough to get a taste of the action. With a spring in your step, you weaved through the throng, ready to try your luck.
