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[img]http://i.imgur.com/HtvPRRx.png[/img][/center]Truth be told, there was nowhere private in the Casino, not truly. Not when all aspect of space was caught by Harley’s ears, seen by her eyes to do as she pleased. All the same, this realm was inherent to people like her. Despite the chatter and noise around them, there would be no ears listening to their discussion, not even Kanbaru; not unless Harley wanted her to. For now, the Vassal saw no need with the whale caught up in her apparent high school reunion or whatever it was going on over there. Harley paid it no mind, mismatched gaze slipping back to Akiko.

[color=silver]“Oh, we’re not with the Court. Not really. We Jesters have a greater calling of the divine. Call it like this….we’re the executive board who call the shots to my Court,”[/color] Harley said smoothly. She reclined back in her chair, lazed and outstretched like a cat taking its time. [color=silver]“It’s no surprise you feel the Tower too. Those Demitroop dummies never think to look under their own noses to find this place. Hilarious, I know, but that’s the merit of fools and the court of liars. Though, you can’t conquer this place as a Floor.”[/color]

Harley waved her arm about, emphasizing the brunt and scale of the Casino behind and around her. [color=silver]“That’s not to say I doubt your intentions dear. This place isn’t part of the Tower so you’re already outside it. Congrats! You escaped! You made it out, nice job!”[/color] Harley cheered with a round of applause. [color=silver]“Though, if you’re talking about ferrying allies or whatever, you’re sounding like you want back in the Tower. You really want that? Or are you dumping off some non-essentials, if you catch my drift. Either way, you must be crazy to want to go back to that thing and I like it. Crazy and stupid is the cut brand of winners in a gambling world.”[/color]

Harley leaned forward in interest with a gleam in her own crimson eye, not at all offput with Akiko’s own gaze and statement. [color=silver]“I don’t have a problem pointing you the way back to the Tower if you’re just dumping these other brats sweety. Just make sure that’s what you want before folding your entire hand.”[/color] The talk of folding one’s hand was rather ironic when, just a good distance away, Riku played all the tricks she could have possibly used.

For a moment, for a brief moment, the bunny girls paused. They actually considered Riku’s defense when she mentioned Kanbaru’s name, their calculated minds sifting through faces and memories to find if the girl was a VIP guest. And then she kept rambling about Kanbaru stealing things and that earned her a swift smack to her lips by a bunny’s palm. The bunny girls continued dragging her away backstage, hands smothering her jaw to keep her foolery muffled and silenced and from bothering the real guests.

Katie watched all this with a sigh, knowing she’d have to save the hapless pup. Again. She wondered if she was going to have to barter for her body and soul in some form. In any case, she passed a glance at Erika with something else written in her gaze. [color=indianred]“I need to talk to you. After we settle whatever debt that idiot’s built up for herself,”[/color] she told her cousin. It was rare enough for her to bring up a subject to the blonde, rarer still with a tone that noted just how bothered Katie was by something.
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