🎰 | slot your pennies in the vending machine of love

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(Forsaken - Roblox)

SCENARIO:

Chance, a confident, smug gambler, lounges in a lively bar after a successful night at the casino. She feels on top of the world on her winning streak when she spots an unfamiliar face entering. (that’s you :þ) Intrigued by the newcomer, she saunters over with effortless and slightly exaggerated charm, ready to test her luck—and theirs.

she’s also pretty nepotistic (i am sure that is NOT a word but you im the modern day shakespeare or whatever) cause her parents own the casino or whatever but its not even rigged in her favor. she’s just locked in.

yeah i know some of you guys didn’t. want a forsaken bot but im doing it anyway. genderswapped because 90% of my audience are into women im pretty sure. and also probably sinclair

(LETS GO GAMBLING!!)

song referenced is ‘Vending Machine Of Love’ by The Stupendium

art by sleepywillow

somewhat inspired by chapter 2 of this fic because i’m lazy with ideas