In spite of the rather rotten start to his day, it was rarely an unpleasant affair to stroll down Xyannar's streets. Not just the many beautiful women (un)fortunate enough to cross past his gaze, but the public spending on roads ensured that streets were rarely if ever congested. Akira reflexively shrank his posture when a certain inn came into view, and he remained that way until he was out of sight.<br/><br/>"Casinos never go bankrupt," Akira thought as he scratched himself behind the ears. "Can't even say that about banks!"<br/><br/>The sight of bound and gagged advertisement women brought a near-laugh to the bard. "How's the weather up there?" he called out to one of them as he passed them right up to the front door. And although Akira was certainly a slut in the traditional sense of the term, he was not a woman and so his natural charm would<em>probably</em>not work on the casino's rough-looking guards.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon, gentlemen," Akira said as he confidently strode up to the bouncers. "My name is Iwasaki Akira, family name first, talented bard, flutist, singer, and treasured prize of countless women! If you don't mind, I'm in a great hurry to meet with the leader of this fine establishment to procure a booking. Trust me gentlemen, the admittance for my performance is more than worth it. Chop chop, we don't want to keep the grateful customers waiting!"<br/><br/>Akira reached over for the door handle to open. Whether or not he'd be let in hinged on his convincing argument, and if it'd be enough to shine through his otherwise spotty clothes.