Floyd
Opening night is upon us and Rastonr strode through the empty, carpeted alleyways of the Casino, flanked on either side by slot machines whose lights are dark, reels still, sleeping their final rest before tonight.

"I do not intend to see a bit of dust" He calls out to one of his suit-vested attendants.

"You, even out the rug in sector 4." He calls to another. The Greed demon wore a buttoned up white suit with a red undershirt and tie, though the suit jacket was unbuttoned and moved with his wild gesticulations that accompanied his various orders.

Slot machines, checked and in working order. Roulette wheels have been greased and polished. Card tables neat and autoshufflers calibrated. His emerald eyes shoot over to the small bar and strode over to it, his great height allowing him to see over the small throngs of attendants getting things ready.

Once he reached the bar, he began to neatly arrange the various bottles, pouring himself a scotch, neatly, before turning bavk to see the glamorous casino, ready to spring to life as soon as the gate opened tonight. He pulled out a small brass pocket watch with his free claw and, instead of the time, there was a series of small dials and demonic runes.

"Starting to run a bit low. Mammon knows I need these dinners, erm, guests to arrive soon" He spoke, mostly to himself as he watched the gate, waiting.
Steven
Jedia simply stood outside of the casino, he was wearing a classing black suit vest along with a red tie and a long white sleeved shirt finally along with a pair of black Chinos. Jedia walked inside as he carried a brief case in his right hand
Floyd
Raston lifted his gaze to see the new person entering his casino and gave a wide grin. The demon strode confidently across the crimson rug ans gave a wide smile.

"Ahh a guest, welcome welcome, my dear new friend. I am Raston, the master of ceremonies and proprietor of this establishment." He announced in a jovial tone

"Please, do enjoy yourself, and may luck be in your favor"