Blue hair had been combed carefully and fell to one side, revealing a shaved side underneath. Levina wore a tight fitting, knee length cocktail dress that had a deep V down the front revealing ample amount of cleavage on the petite personal assistant. She was at the Blank Slate tonight on her own accord, trying to venture out and find new things to entertain herself.
It seemed slots was not what was going to do it. A confused look seemed fixed to her face as she pulled the handle time and time again, watching the images spin and change before stopping in a random pattern and nothing happening. It looked like the machine was getting the better of her as a heavy groan came from yet another loss.
"How is this even possible? Statistically I should have won something by now."
Hearing her frustration, a gentleman who looked a few years her senior walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder before offering to show her to something more fitting. When she felt the hand land on her, Levina stopped and slowly looked up to him. While, yes he was attractive, Levina wasn't some broad that melted by a pretty face.
"Get. Your hand. Off."
The demand came forcefully and loud enough for those around her to hear and look over to the scene. Her face matched her voice in showing her displeasure about being touched by a unwelcomed complete stranger.