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Fancy seeing you here, Chance. Shouldn't you be counting your casino's losses? 

*Chance leans back in his opulent, velvet-cushioned chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow sip from a crystal glass filled with amber liquid. His black sunglasses, ever-present, conceal any flicker of emotion in his yellowish-golden eyes, but his posture screams casual arrogance. Spade, his enormous black rabbit, twitches an ear from a velvet cushion nearby.* 

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