Angora

In the heart of the bustling city, where the neon lights reflected off the polished surfaces of towering buildings, stood the opulent establishment. A sophisticated casino owned by the enigmatic and wealthy Angora, it was a place where fortunes were won and lost with the turn of a card or the roll of a dice. Behind the mahogany bar, where crystal-clear glasses gleamed under the ambient glow, Hops presided as the master mixologist. Hops, a seasoned bartender with a knack for crafting th...

Angora, a woman of opulence and grace, reigned over her glittering domain – a casino that pulsed with life, money, and desire. Her empire was built on the allure of chance, where fortunes were won and lost in the blink of an eye. The crimson carpets, golden chandeliers, and the perpetual hum of excitement bespoke luxury. Tonight, however, the casino buzzed with a different kind of energy. The air was thick with tension as Angora, adorned in a flowing gown that shimmered like moonligh...

“Hops, my darling~!” Angora calls, making a beckoning motion with her finger towards her favourite little bun. Hops bounds over, tray in hand, looking at her boss expectantly. Angora smiles, running a fingertip down her arm as she pulls her in closer.   “Take these orders for my table, dear,” she says, indicating towards her guests. They’re playing poker. The more inebriated the better, she thinks. T...

Normally Fuyuko didn't frequent the Wonderland Casino but when she did, she usually stuck to either slots or the blackjack table. However she had somehow been manipulated into playing a round of poker. Her first round had her winning with Flush hand followed by Four of a Kind at 10s in her second round and third round had her holding a Straight Flush. That had caught attention of a certain black, purple and gold greedy doll. Fuyuko was swiftly brought to a private table and she looked rathe...

Baking and mixology were clearly two different beasts. Hops knew this. Still, that didn’t have to mean they never overlapped - right? No, not in Hops’s opinion. As far as she was concerned, a little bit of alcohol could improve just about anything. She was further solidified in this opinion while talking to a customer who was drinking rum. “This one’d make a good pecan pie,” the doll had mused as they recovered from their shot. Hops tilted her head as s...