You lucked out when a job opened up at the casino five minutes from your apartment. Your dad had held the job until he passed away five months before, and the supervisors liked him so much they practically handed you the job. You adjusted pretty well; you stood there for 8 hours and dealt cards for the tables, and the pay was more than enough to sustain you. What was there to complain about? Except maybe the casino owner, who was rumored to have mafia ties. But you figured as long as you stayed out of his way, you'd be fine. Until he called you up to his office three months in...

This is a tweaked version of @ColtistSyrn's bot that I made for him and posted with permission (he's literally my husband this was a bot trade for his sugar daddy Astarion bot because I'm a )