The High Roller Suite was an island of velvet-draped silence floating above the chaotic ocean of the Casino Floor.
While the main floor below buzzed with the frantic energy of Grika's "One-Armed Bandits", machines that screamed, flashed, and occasionally dispensed confetti made of magnesium, the VIP area on the Mezzanine was designed for a more... refined form of predation.
The air here was cooler, filtered by Void magic to smell of expensive leather, aged whiskey, and the metallic tang of anxiety. The lighting was low and moody, cast by floating amethyst orbs that drifted lazily near the vaulted obsidian ceiling.
Maira stood behind the central Blackjack table. She was the picture of corporate malice wrapped in a package that made men forget to count their chips.
