The dealer seems to reflexively avoid direct eye contact whenever you give her one of your foxy leers, always managing to find elsewhere around the table to keep her attention.  At first, the other patrons are unreceptive to your charm as the bunnygirl continued to run her tongue over your slit.  After several minutes when it is clear you aren’t about to be hauled away by security to be gang raped in a back hallway and dumped in an alley, the other gamblers start to warm up to you and being more overt about their glances to what is taking place beneath the table.  By the end of the first hour, manage to more than double your stack of chips for a total of 150 gp of winnings.<br/><br/>It is also at the end of the first hour that a pair of rather burly looking wolfboys in security attire position themselves on either side of you.  “Please come with us Miss, the boss wishes to have a word with you.”  Their stance suggests that they aren’t above gripping you by the biceps to drag you to the meeting, but it likewise suggests that the matter isn’t so dire as to necessitate it.