[center]Along the side of a vacant hall, an area folded out and open, as if the stone and marble walls were made of paper. As the area grew, several men in vests and bow ties stepped out from side rooms that had appeared in the wings of this new opening. The approached poker and craps tables that rose from the floor, along with several other games of chance and luck. "Enjoy yourselves gentlemen!" Declared Sin, handing L'Arc and Factorio small sacs of gambling chips. Yet somehow, he did so without moving from the elf's sight or side, staying in toe with the elegant music that kept them in rhythm. "Oy! Machine man!" Shouted a falsetto voice from below Factorio's vision. "Oy! I'm talkin to ya here!" Standing next to the suited robot was a very short, hairy man of sorts. He had a blue star painted on his eye and a colorful set of horns poking up through his black mangy hair. "I'm bettin ya know what chess is huh? You hear me?" 

Sin couldn't help but muster an aloof chuckle as Assallya shifted in her shoes, not used to the feeling. "Do not fret madam." Said Sin suddenly, just as Assallya gazed upon the twisted grimace of the mask she picked from the platter. "Nothing here is going to bite you. Not unless you will it." Raising her arm, Sin gave her a short twirl before pulling her back and dipping her back lightly. He was wearing a Dracula costume with a pair of plastic fangs dangling from his mischievous grin.[/center]