Well, isn't this the worst foreplay ever?

- And that there's the Diamond Casino. Big-shots-
The girl stopped to unwrap another lollipop. Cherry flavored  She slid it slowly into her mouth whilst making sure to keep eye contact with Drew. There was so much make-up on her face that Drew had to wonder if there's even a single spot on it that's not plastered with cosmetics. Her mascara was off in one side. She probably did it in the dark. She was wearing a navy-green coat with a fur-trimmed hood. Drew had given it to her when he picked her up. The pockets were filled with the lollipops she was sucking on. He took it from the hospital when he went to get his cut fixed up. Underneath, all she had on was a black "Guns & Roses" tank-top and net leggings, with tiny black shorts barely covering her privates. Just looking at her gave him chills.
- You're sure you don't want to do it? You did pay me and I feel kind of-
- You were saying before..?
For some reason the girl repulsed him. There was something about her. Something he couldn't put a finger on. But whenever Drew tried to pin it down, it slipped away.
- Big-shots from around town gather here every now and then. It's almost like their Meka.
- Mecca.
- Whatever, Blondie.
- Any idea why the Big-shots find this place so irresistible?
- Not a clue, they only take their regular girls with them.
She made a loud popping sound as she pulled the cherry flavored lollipop from her mouth.
- Could I get inside?
The door didn't look to be guarded from the outside. It looked like any other casino. Incredibly plain, in fact. But who knows what could be going on inside.
- Want to gamble baby? I could be your wing-woman.
Drew took a moment to look into her hazel eyes. Her hands were slightly trembling.
- Do you even know how to spot?
- Spot?
- Case closed. Can I get in?
She puffed and turned her gaze to a large pyramid-shaped hotel.
- What reason would you have to go there?
- That sounds like a good place to sack a few things.
The sly smile was washed from his face as he felt something cold press against the back of his head. The girl looked back at him. Making sure to catch his eyes.
- We've been waiting for you.

The room was almost empty. Besides the couch Drew was sitting on there was only a block of polished metal. It didn't look heavy but was probably screwed to the ground. On the block there was a small object lying erect in the middle. He couldn't quite make out what it was from where he was sitting. 

The casino had been all but plain on the inside. Nearly everything was made out of gold. Walking past a table he had caught a glimpse of the chips in play. High stakes would be a severe understatement. Every table was probably worth at least a few apartments full of cash. He didn't see much as he was rushed to the back of the casino. In the middle of the whole room  there was an enormous statue of a golden man holding his fingertips on a kneeling man's forehead. The lower man was, by the look of it, supposed to be turning into gold. 

Drew's thinking was cut short by a rather short, dark-haired man walking into the room. His hair was kept short with a 'rat's tail' at the back. Under the white shirt Drew could see barely make out long, winding tattoos. It was impossible to tell what they were be supposed to be. The black vest the man was wearing had a gold diamond pin above the left breast pocket. He slammed the door shut with his dress shoes and yelled out.
- Yo, fucker! So ya been thinkin' bout messin' with our game, aye?
Irritation lashed across his face and he put his hand to his ear. An earpiece. He wasn't the one making the decisions. Thank god. He looked like a prick.
- So yas be commin' with me. Gots' that?
Not wasting his breath Drew got up from the couch. It took him a bit of effort as the couch was quite deep and with his hands behind his back he had little balance. The ill-behaved man stood at the door and looked at Drew, ushering him to come. As Drew went past the metal block, he glanced at the object resting on top of it. 'Passion red'.