Scenario:Christina - Lashes Fall Tender

Lashes Fall Tender

Christina receives a report from the crew regarding their findings on Margaret and Garrett's pasts. She returns to the casino to participate in the next and more dangerous blood duel.

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In a quiet corner of the Grandcypher, a knock comes on Raduga's door.

Christina: Mind if I come in?

Ladiva: You're always welcome, Christy.

Christina walks in and takes a seat at the counter. Quietly, Ladiva prepares a cocktail and slides it to her.

Ladiva: You look tired. Are things at Jewel Resort that bad?

Christina: Well, we finally managed to get rid of them—those horrible monster dissections.

Christina: But the duels haven't stopped. And every time, the beasts keep getting bigger and stronger.

Christina: And last time? Her crowning achievement. I don't know how she got her hands on them, but she set ten trolls on me. Ten.

Ladiva: Christy... I think she really is...

Christina: Hah. She's not even trying to hide it anymore, is she? She's sick of me, and she wants me out of the picture.

Ladiva: What if I joined in on the fun? You know, try a little blood dueling...

Ladiva: Just imagine it. Dark Ladiva enters the ring, dressed in sexy black leather.

Christina: Not a bad idea. But it'd be the major comeback of a legend. I think the fans would appreciate something a bit more you.

Christina smiles up at Ladiva reassuringly. At that moment, the door to Raduga swings open once again.

Vyrn: Hey. We dug up some new stuff. Thought we'd drop in to report.

Christina: Well, aren't you the efficient kitten? Putting all those connections to good use?

Christina accepts a small stack of documents from (Captain) and flips through them.

Christina: It's more of the same. Our donations keep changing hands...

Christina: And as for our don and our murderous little vixen... Still nothing on their pasts, huh?

Ladiva: Well... what about Garrett's cane?

Vyrn: Oh, so get this. Word on the street is, it used to belong to this old guy who controls a slum or something. Isn't that wild?

Christina: Hm... I'll read your report in full later.

Christina: The fans'll be wanting me soon. The queen of blood duels, Lady Christina.

Ladiva: Christy...

Christina: You don't need to worry, Ladiva. I don't mind the occasional bloodbath.

Christina: And I swear, I'll snare that lying, sneaking vixen if it's the last thing I do.

Christina downs her drink. Then she neatly folds up (Captain)'s report and leaves the room.

The hours pass by...

Emcee: Ladies and gentlemen! Finally, it's time for our next blood duel! Are you ready to rumble!

Christina: ...

Emcee: And standing in the center of the ring is the lady of the casino, our Bloody Queen, Christina!

Emcee: So far, she's had smooth sailing on a sea of blood! But tonight, will she finally taste defeat? Let's meet our next challenger!

Emcee: The gates of doom have been opened. And would you look at those savage beasts!

Monster: Grrr...

Christina: Oh my. What hellhole were you dragged out of?

Margaret: Hehe.

As Christina shakes her head, in the audience, Margaret's eyes glow with anticipation.

Monster: Groooar!

Christina: Tsk!

The monsters in the ring are famous for being impossible to tame and extremely deadly. But no one questions why Christina is being forced to face them.

For Margaret has been very deliberate. With gentle words, she was able to convince Garrett to make every duel just a little more dangerous.

Christina: Rah!

Monster: Yip!

Monster: Grawr!

Christina: Agh!

Emcee: What's this! Has a beast sunk its fangs into our undefeated queen?

The audience, grown used to violence, leans forward. They can't tell that this time, the danger, the blood, and the pain are real.

Margaret: Hehehe...

Like the other members of the audience, Margaret's eyes open wide, but her face is flushed for a different reason.

Christina: I guess it's about time...

Christina: I prefer being on the offensive anyway.

Monster: Groaaar!

Christina: Haaah!

Lashes Fall Tender: Scene 2

After her victory, Christina announces to the audience that her next opponent will be Margaret. Margaret accepts the challenge in hopes of taking over the casino once and for all. It is decided that the next competition will be a game of poker, with players having to drink a glass of poison each time they lose.

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Emcee: And the last one's down! Even bloodthirsty beasts were no match for our queen!

Another victory in a countless streak. Christina stands firm and raises a single fist in the air, and the crowd goes wild.

Margaret: ...

Christina: How are you liking the new duels?

Audience: Whoo!

Christina: Hah. I was worried you were trembling in fear. But I'm glad it was excitement.

Christina: I want the best from my staff. I expect them to not only improve our current services, but also dare to offer new ideas.

Christina: And you know, these blood duels... They were dreamed up by a smart little vixen. And it'd be wrong if I didn't credit her.

Margaret: ...?

Christina holds her hand out, palm up, in Margaret's direction. The lights in the ring go dark, and a single spotlight focuses on the young woman.

Margaret: Huh?

A murmur goes through the crowd, and they all turn to gaze at Margaret. And for all her skill at acting, she can't hide her shock.

Christina: Her name is Margaret. A talented woman and a valuable support to our don, Garrett.

Margaret: (What in the world?)

Christina continues to speak—as if she weren't aware of Margaret's discomfort.

Christina: I've run this casino for a long time now, but I've never met a gem like her. And one day, an idea struck me.

Christina: What if I made her the new queen of Jewel Resort?

Margaret: What!

Margaret's hand flies to her mouth, but her cry has already been drowned out by other voices.

Refined Regular: Lady Christy means to pass on the casino? But that Margaret looks so young...

Dainty Regular: Still, I suppose she's reliable. She has Lady Christy's backing, after all.

Christina: Hah. She looks a little lost, doesn't she? But don't let her fool you. She has grit, and we can prove it.

The audience members glance at each other, then down at Christina.

Christina: I want to extend an invitation to all of you. Let's make a show out of this inheritance drama, shall we?

Christina: The vixen and I will have a competition, with Jewel Resort as the prize. And kittens? I'd like you to keep a close eye on Margaret and see just what she's made of.

Christina: How does that sound?

Christina's words ring with confidence, and the crowd falls silent.

But soon after, applause fills the room.

Margaret: (I was wondering what sort of funny thing she'd say... But me? The next manager? What is she after?)

Christina: Heh. I'm the sort of woman who rewards skill, no matter whom it belongs to.

Margaret: ...!

Christina: Well, little vixen? Are you up for the challenge?

Margaret: (Here's a chance to lay hands on the casino liner—without waiting for a little slipup in the ring. There's no reason to refuse.)

Margaret: Why, of course. Let's fight for the throne, Lady Christy.

Margaret rises to her feet, and her voice is calm and level.

Christina: Perfect. I like it when vixens bare their fangs... Oh, and you can choose the game.

Margaret: Then, let's have a round of poker.

The exchange flows on, as if it were following a script.

Christina: All right. But why don't we add a little spice?

Christina: What do you say to some torture? Instead of chips, we'll each have a glass laced with poison. And for every bet we lose, we drink.

Margaret: ...

Margaret continues to gaze at Christina, and her eyes are searching.

Christina: ...

Margaret: (Now I see...)

Christina's features are composed. But she can't hide the beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, nor the ashen color of her face.

Margaret: (All the duels have worn her down, poor thing... Poisoning me is her last, desperate act of revenge.)

Margaret: Yes, why not?

Margaret: But shall we save the games for another day? You seem terribly tired right now... Lady Christy.

Christina: All right. Another day it is then.

Silence falls. The audience—bewildered, excited, and a little bit frightened—watch the two women with bated breath.

Emcee: I-I can't believe my ears! The invincible Christina, queen of the casino liner... might resign?

Emcee: But can the enchanting vixen, Margaret, really ascend the throne? Come back in a few days, folks, to watch the game of the century!

Christina: ...

Margaret: (You mean to play poker in that condition? Against me?)

Margaret's Father: Hey! Why would you discard here! Didn't I just tell you...

Margaret's Father: Sigh... If you weren't so damn useless, I could've sent you out to gamble, and you'd have wrung the slums dry by now.

Margaret's Father: Stop crying! Skies above, I can't stand kids! You're a tool, so shut that mouth!

Margaret: Agh... Heh... Hehe!

Margaret: Don't worry... I won't botch this, Papa, I promise!

Maybe it's because she's blinded by the thought of easy riches...

Garrett: ...

But Margaret's forgotten about Garrett, who is sitting just beside her. And this whole time, he hasn't said a word.

Lashes Fall Tender: Scene 3

On the day of the showdown against Margaret, Christina finds out that Garrett once won a bet against a slum boss who happens to have a daughter. The game of poker starts with Garrett as the dealer, and Margaret wins round after round thanks to the special deck of cards being used.

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Margaret and Christina are seated across from each other at the poker table. The air in the casino feels charged, heavy. The game is about to begin.

Garrett: Are the two of you prepared?

Christina: I can start anytime.

Margaret: Yes. Me as well.

Garrett sets two cups of different colors before the players, each filled with liquid. Then deftly, he begins to shuffle the deck.

The Three: ...

Lyria: There really aren't any chips. That means... those cups are filled with poison, right?

Therese: Right. But they chose a nonlethal poison, in a dosage that won't kill.

Vyrn: Still... How'd this thing get so outta hand?

Therese: I think Lady Christy needs witnesses. For when she wins back the liner.

Therese glances around the room. It's packed with people, all looking towards the poker table and holding their breath.

Therese: If Margaret loses, she'll need to give up control of the casino. She can't have any more influence, and all these people will know it.

Vyrn: Are you sure about that? We learned about her past, and it ain't pretty. You think her gang's just gonna give up on the casino?

Therese: I believe Lady Christy has a plan... an ace up her sleeve that even we don't know about.

Lyria: I think you're right. She said something about... finding all the hints she needed.

Lyria: Christina! We have some more news for you!

Christina: Heh. What lovely timing. Looks like luck's on my side now.

Vyrn: So, about the don's cane. We tried digging deeper into it...

Vyrn: And you know how I said some boss controllin' some slum used to own it? Well, he did—'til he lost it in a bet.

Christina: A bet... against Garret?

Lyria: No one really knows who the winner was. But we heard it was a child. And that because of a war against goblins, he had to escape to the slums.

Christina: I see. And this boss? Did you learn more about him?

Vyrn: Yeah, looks like he has a daughter. We were like, no way! But we dug out our sketch of Lil' Miss Vixen and showed it to our source and...

Christina: Bingo.

Vyrn: Yep. Well, the daughter went missing years ago. So she might not look exactly like Margaret, but there's a resemblance.

Christina: Hah. The game's in the bag now.

Vyrn: Whoa, hold up. All we've got are rumors and guesses. There's still no solid proof.

Christina: That's how you gamble, kitten. All you get are hints—a fleeting expression, a number of cards traded in. But you put them together, and you hunt down victory.

Christina: I've already picked out my trail. Now let's see if it goes cold, or if it leads straight to the den of the vixen.

Garrett: Seeing as we're to decide the next manager of Jewel Resort, please allow me a few words. Ladies, you are familiar with our motto, I believe?

Garrett looks up, cards still flowing beneath his hands. Christina and Margaret nod at him.

Garrett: Brilliant. Well, our casino operates on a win-win premise. When our guests leave, their pockets may feel a bit lighter... but their hearts must feel fuller.

Garrett: Now, I'd long kept this hidden, but I grew up with defeat. My country was routed by goblins and my house burned. I fled to the slums, only to be exploited.

Christina: ...

Garrett: When I was a child, resentful yet helpless, I'd vent by gambling. Illegally, of course. And I always lost spectacularly.

Garrett: Then one day, I realized. The ones who profit most are the ones who make the rules. In an act of defiance, I made a bet against the slum boss. I won his staff and left the island.

Garrett: When those in power grow greedy and self-absorbed—that is when slums are formed. This casino must never fall to such depths. Do you understand?

Christina: Of course. I've known you since the casino was founded.

Margaret: Well, I'm always by your side, Gary. So I doubly understand!

Garrett: That's a comfort. Now, it's about time we began.

Garrett: First, let's review the rules. All cards that you trade in will be shredded and disposed of. Once a deck runs out, we'll open a new pack of a different color.

Garrett: Instead of chips, shot glasses will be used. They will be filled with poison, of which we've prepared a non-lethal dosage. When you lose a bet, you will empty your glasses.

Garrett: When you raise, you will receive more shots. There's no limit to the size of a bet. But rest assured. Should you overreach, we've prepared an antidote.

Christina: This is a one-on-one game between me and the vixen. We play by the usual rules of five-card draw. That's it, right?

Garrett: Indeed. Unless you have something to add, Margaret?

Margaret: Nope. It all sounds lovely, Gary.

Garrett: Then I shall deal the cards.

Finally, Garrett's hands still, and the deck sits in a neat pile beneath his fingers. He slides five cards to each player.

Christina: (Three of a kind, huh?)
Draw. Two cards.

Margaret: I fold. The first round's yours.

Christina: ...

Christina looks at Margaret sharply. But she only smiles and raises her shot glass to her lips.

Margaret: Boo... It's so bitter... And my tongue's tingling.

Garrett: The first shot is only enough to numb your mouth for about a minute or so. But as the game goes on, greater and greater doses will be administered.

Christina: Eventually, one of us'll have too much to drink and pass out... and the last woman standing will be queen.

Margaret: Oh, how ghastly. Well, I won't give in next time.

Christina: ...

Margaret: Yoo-hoo, Gary! I'd like to draw five cards, please!

Garrett: Margaret. Cards go facedown into the muck.

Christina: (She could've had a flush or a full house with that hand. But she tossed it...)

Margaret: Hehe. Sorry, Gary.

Christina: (What's she thinking? All I've got is a high card, but if I hadn't...)

The draw was a reckless move that may have cost Margaret the game. But it's also obvious it was planned.

Margaret: Hehe.

Now, Margaret acts innocent enough.

However...

Margaret: Raise.

Christina: ...

Garrett: By how much?

Margaret: Um... Ten extra glasses!

Garrett: And what will you do, Christina?

Christina: I call.

Christina: (I've got a flush in clubs... Not a bad hand.)

Garrett: Showdown.

Margaret: Oh, they're both flushes! Is it a tie, Christy?

Christina: Don't play the fool, Margaret. You have a flush in diamonds, and mine is in clubs.

Garrett lines the shot glasses before Christina, bringing her total to eleven.

Margaret: Oh me. Will you really be all right, drinking that much?

Christina: Well... we'll see.

Christina: Ngh...

Pins and needles spread through Christina's mouth, before all sensation is lost.

Margaret: Christy? How are you feeling? You still have ten shots left. Won't it be a bit much?

Christina: Hah. You asked for them.

Christina: Time for number two.

After number two, Christina downs number three, then four, until finally...

Christina: Tsk.

Margaret: Oh me! She emptied everything! Isn't that amazing, Gary?

Garrett: Do you wish to withdraw?

Christina: Hmph. What do you think?

Margaret: Will you really be okay? You're starting to sway a bit... Oh Gary, Lady Christy won't die, will she?

Christina: Deal the cards, Garrett.

Garrett: We've run out. You'll have to wait as I open a new pack.

Christina: All right. Heh... Heh-heh...

Margaret: Um, Lady Christy? Are you really, truly all right? In the head, I mean.

Christina: Haha... Oh, how hilarious... I see your little game now, you vixen!

Margaret: What? I have no idea what you're insinuating.

Christina: Haha... All right. Let's drop this... and have a bit of a chat during the break.

Christina breathes a small sigh, as Garrett begins to shuffle the new pack of cards.

Christina: I'd glimpsed something in you, but to think it was only the tip of the iceberg... Where'd you learn to play poker?

Margaret: Well... When I was a child, I used to lay cards out on the table...

Christina: Ahaha! And?

Margaret: I always played alone. But one day, the cards started talking to me!

Christina: Heh... And since then... you've never lost a game, right?

Christina: That explains it. If you can speak to my cards, then I don't stand a chance, do I?

Margaret: How could you, Lady Christy! I'd never cheat like that!

Margaret: (But, well... I have my ways.)

Garrett: Sorry to interrupt, but the cards have been shuffled. Now, it's time they were dealt.

Margaret: Oh, of course!

Margaret gazes at Christina's hand, and her eyes flash behind her glasses.

There, on the backs of the cards, she finds reflected their suits and numbers.

Margaret: (Hehe. Oh Gary. You really are a dear, using my special-made cards.)

Garrett: ...

Before Christina can see, Margaret gives Garrett a quick wink.

Margaret: (I'm—how did he put it again? Oh, "the one who makes the rules." Which is quite unlucky for you, Lady Christy.)

Christina: Well... let the next round begin!

Christina peers down at her hand, but her bloodshot eyes fail to focus.

The card suits blur at the edges and only reveal themselves to her as soft splotches of red and black.

Lashes Fall Tender: Scene 4

Drinking glass after glass of poison, Christina puts in a final bet and Margaret does the same. When Margaret ends up losing, she reveals her fear of getting thrown out by her father. Christina convinces Margaret to work for her instead, thus putting to an end to the predicament at the casino—with a new minion in tow.

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Several rounds with the new pack have been played. And every time, Margaret has emerged the victor.

Christina: Again.

Margaret: Tsk.

All color has drained from Christina's face, and she clutches the table with a shaking hand. But she does not look away from her quarry.

Christina: Ah... Haha... We're off to a fun start, aren't we...

Margaret: My. How ever are you staying awake? I've already lost count of the drinks you've had.

Christina: The poor fools you've duped... They couldn't... last this long?

Margaret: I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about.

Christina: I know that poker's your forte... Heh... But you still want to play dumb? What a killjoy.

Margaret: ...

Christina: Vixen. Your strategy is aggressive, it's greedy, and it's cruel... You don't learn to play like that from imaginary friends.

Margaret: ...

Christina: You're hungry... starving. Like a rat from the slums...

Margaret: ...!

Garrett: Christy. I believe where one comes from doesn't matter.

Christina: Cough... Oh, I know.

Margaret: ...

Christina: Now... what say we finish this? Raise, Garrett.

Garrett: By how much?

Christina: Hm... 10 shots. Just like our vixen friend.

Garrett: That was at the start of the game, Christina. Now, each glass contains a far greater dose of poison.

Christina: Perfect. This might come as a shock, but I'm about finished. Either I make her drink, or I lose.

Christina: Well, vixen? Will you call?

Margaret: Hehe. Why, of course.

Christina: Oh, and if I were you... I wouldn't trust Papa's advice this time.

Margaret: ...!

Christina: Who knows what you can see with those glasses?

Margaret: ...

Christina: But sometimes, even Papa misses the mark.

Margaret: Hehe. Oh me. The truth is, I once had a disastrous game of poker, and it made my vision go funny. That's the only reason I wear glasses.

Margaret: Oh well. I suppose I'll be fine for a single round. I don't want you to doubt my victory, now do I? Hehe.

Margaret: What now? Shall we redraw, but stand by our bets?

Christina: By all means.

The players slide in their hands and are dealt new ones.

Christina: All right. I'll stick with my hand.

Margaret: You will? Hehe. Then so will I.

Margaret: (Why, she only has a single pair. A bluff, perhaps?)

Margaret regards the numbers and patterns on the back of Christina's cards.

Margaret: (I wasn't lying, you know. I've gone a little color-blind. That's all the glasses were for.)

Margaret: (And would you look at that—I have a full house. Hehe. I win!)

Garrett: Showdown.

The room falls silent, as the two women lay their hands down on the table.

Margaret: What?

Christina: Hah.

Garrett: Margaret played a full house. And Christina played...

Garrett: A royal flush. The round goes to Christina.

Margaret: But that's impossible!

Christina: What did I say? Don't rely on Papa too much.

Margaret: How...

Christina: It's simple. You asked for cards that were marked on the back. I asked for cards with the markings scrambled.

Margaret: Gary... Weren't you on my side?

Garrett: I like people driven by a deep hunger. But when you rig the game so that others can't win—that's when hunger turns to gluttony.

Garrett: Who would've thought that you were the daughter of the very man who exploited me? This casino must never play by his rules.

Margaret: Ngh!

Margaret: Then you know what kind of man Papa is!

Margaret: I demand another round! Refuse me, and those children will suffer!

Christina: ...

Margaret: You see, I have a bit of a safety net... Hehe... Hehehe.

Margaret: Papa's already paid a visit... Hehe. To the orphanage, that is.

Margaret's Father: This is our new hideout, huh? Not too shabby.

New Greeter: Good thing we rushed the work, right?

New Dealer: But, man, the kids just keep coming. Where should we ship them? There's the factories or...

Margaret's Father: Isn't there a basement? Shove them in there for now.

New Greeter: Yes, and it comes well-equipped. Do you want to take a look, Boss?

Margaret's Father: You're a real piece of work, both of you. But all right. Let's see what I'm working with.

Margaret's Father: I've only got the one money-maker right now, and Margaret's making me rich. If I can get these brats trained up, well...

Margaret: This all happened yesterday, by the way. Didn't you notice? There wasn't a single new hire in the casino.

Christina: What will you do with the children?

Margaret: I don't know. Well, I expect they'll be trained in the basement and then sent off to the mines.

Christina: That's... unsettling.

Christina: What's in the basement anyway?

Margaret: Oh, lots...

Margaret's Father: Isn't this place swank? That damn kid who stole my staff's just swimming in money now, isn't he? But not for long.

New Greeter: Get this, Boss. The basement's completely soundproof. And it's got every pain-maker ever invented.

Margaret's Father: Hahaha... You really are a messed up son-of-a-gun. Let's see it then.

New Dealer: Wha... What's up with this room? This isn't a torture chamber...

Ladiva: My, my. You're finally here! I was waiting, you know. Welcome to the newest branch of Raduga!

Ladiva: Oh, sorry. Should I have asked before remodeling?

Margaret: What!

Christina: Well, isn't that strange? How could those kids be at the mines... and also on the liner.

Margaret: No!

Margaret whirls around. And there, in a corner of the room...

Ladiva: Hi there.

Margaret: ...!

Garrett: I owe you an apology, Margaret, See, your father told me everything—after I saw to it that he was behind bars.

Christina: Haha. He beat the villain and saved the orphanage... Wasn't that sweet of him?

Margaret: Ah... Ah...

Christina: Now, you wanted to skip the poison and play another round, right? But I'm afraid that's a deal I can't accept.

Christina: Here. Bottoms up.

Margaret: ...

Margaret gazes blankly at the shot glasses before her. A moment of silence passes.

Margaret: My vision... really has declined. And if I drink this terrible poison one more time... I'll lose it... completely.

Margaret: Please... If that happens... Papa will...

Christina: Sounds like our vixen's shrunk to a chirping baby bird. What should we do with her, Garrett?

Garrett: You decide. I've no right. Alone, I would've been strung along by her, to the disaster of us all.

Margaret: If I can't play... If I can't be his little money-maker... he'll toss me aside! Please, forgive me!

Christina: I've got another idea. You abandon him. Now he's nothing more than a jailbird anyway.

Margaret: No... No! Please!

Christina: Your father tried to commute his sentence... by pinning this whole thing on you. Of course, no one listened to him.

Christina: But I want you to think. Papa only sees you as a tool. So what could you possibly see in him?

Margaret: But... But... If I could only get back at Garrett... the man who humiliated Papa and took his precious staff, then... That's why...

Christina: Let me say it again. Papa's in the slammer.

Margaret: No... He'll throw me out...

Christina: ...

With nowhere left to hide, Margaret is seized by madness.

Margaret: Papa... Papa... If I go blind...

Christina: Fine. I won't force you to drink. Instead...

Christina: I'll make you into my minion!

Margaret: Eep!

Christina: You have talent. Enough to almost corner me. If I didn't have (Captain) and the crew, I would've fallen right into your trap.

Christina: Use that talent to build up Jewel Resort, and we'll count the score settled.

Margaret: But Papa will...

Christina: Don't you get it? I'm your papa now.

Christina: And I don't toss my minions aside. Don't worry. I'll spoil you rotten.

Christina: In return for a safe home, all you need to do is wag that cute tail for me. A win-win, isn't it?

Margaret: A safe home... Will you stay with me forever?

Christina: Yes. Or at least until you're through with me. As long as you've got me and my whip, that cruel "Papa" will never use you again.

Margaret: Ah... Ah...

Margaret: Yes. Lady Christy...

Christina: There's a good girl. How about we throw the welcoming party right now?

Christina: Sing for me!

Margaret: Ah!

Christina: If you want my mercy, you'll have to beg for it!

Margaret: Oh... of course! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Lady Christy!

Vyrn: Wha... What the heck is going on?

Ladiva: Hm... Why don't we call it... tough love?

Ladiva: Margaret caused quite a lot of trouble for the casino, you know. Christina's helping her make amends.

Vyrn: Yeah, but...

Casino Bouncer: Sniff...

Casino Bouncer: I wish that was me!

Vyrn: It sure is stirring up some weird jealousy.

Ladiva: Hehe. Well, love comes in all shapes and sizes.

Christina: Say it so everyone can hear!

Margaret: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Garrett: Christy, I think that's quite enough...

Margaret: No! Not yet, Gary! I need to apologize! Properly!

Christina: Then say it again!

Margaret: Oh... I-I'm so sorry!

Garrett: ...

Thus, the web of intrigue wrapped around Jewel Resort is finally undone.

And Margaret, the web-weaver, finds herself in turn ensnared by Christina.

Christina: All right. The show's over for—

Margaret: No, I... I haven't apologized enough...

Christina: You greedy little beast!

All who step foot in the casino must leave a winner. And should Christina find any wretch who dares break that rule, she'll show no mercy with her whip.

Though maybe, it isn't the pain that tames her staff... but rather the sweet dose of love that comes with every lash.