Wrath (King Dice x Reader x Devil)

Casino Floors

"So what'll it be for you gentlemen?" You slurred out, leaning over the table where three men, seemingly impatient, where sitting.

Waiting wasn't actually your job at the Devil's Casino, yet you often found yourself carrying out those duties anyway, despite the manager's actual disapproval. When you saw the Chaos apparent in the Casino, orders being missed, tables being unattended too, you knew you just had to chuck on a tightly fitted purple vest and get the job done yourself. But you enjoyed working the floors- the hustle and bustle of working orders, teasing and flirting with the customers- The ACT of it, there was no way you would actually have an interest in any of these freaks- the danger and thrill of the Casino floor, fighting of perverts, preventing the escape of debtors. You loved it. There was no place in Inkwell Isle quite like this Casino. Everywhere else had become almost boring. The day to day communal life of the people, living in constant harmony was nice... but you got no thrill from it anymore. You had lived happily once amongst the people of Inkwell Isle for a while, just living as a simple singer in the small bar, until a new Establishment had opened. Shortly after the Casino opened, a dapper dice-headed man, in a purple tailcoat had approached you, offering you a position as a Casino singer. You accepted immediately, and now, after working here for some time, you knew you could never go back.

"I wouldn't mind having you sweetheart~" One of the men slyly replied, you giving him a teasing grin in response.
"Maybe later Honey, but you're gonna need to order some drinks first," You shot back at him, all three of them placing their orders, drooling over you as you left, rolling your eyes when your face was no longer visible to them. You enjoyed teasing, but teasing was as far as you were willing to go. You started making rounds to other tables, serving other, less responsive guests, and some sleazier guests that couldn't stop eyeing you up and down. As you busied yourself collecting drinks from the bar, you suddenly felt a large gloved hand on your shoulder, which spun you around to bring you face to face with your favourite of the two bosses.

"Darlin', don't ya have better things to be doing with ya time?" the deep voice drawled out, his eyes wondering from your face to your body, "You know how I feel about you working the floors, although that uniform does look mighty fine on ya..." he began to trail of a bit, before you quickly interjected.

"The big boss has no problem with me assisting in these duties. I know what time I have to be on stage and aren't you the one with better things to do? Such as running the craps table that I think you abandoned?" Your eyes darted between Dice's face and the table where people were currently playing, that wasn't being supervised. Dice looked less than impressed.

"Come on Doll. You can do as you please, but you're above this work," He told you before hastily returning to his table, a large grin on his face, immediately putting up his charming, betting man personality for the patrons to see.

Dice's eyes followed you while you continued to spread your charm around the casino floor. Every time he had caught you doing this extra work he would scold you and 'politely' recommend you not continue, for your own protection. Many of the girls who did work the floors did end up getting harassed in one way or another since the Patron's of hell weren't exactly the most courteous and respectful customers you could get, and he didn't really want to see you get yourself into a sticky situation. In response, you would often remind him that you were perfectly capable of defending yourself. King Dice didn't doubt it. In fact, he knew if any girl here could, it would be you. In fact, the actual reason for him hating seeing you on the floor was the absolute jealousy he felt watching you batting eyes at these pathetic idiots, charming them with your sweet words. Of course, you on stage was not much better: he didn't appreciate the men's ogling gaze on your body, but your performances brought in plenty of fresh souls and he knew the Devil would never let you stop performing- that would just be poor business. But at the very least when you were on stage, he too was able to enjoy your performance to the full extent,