lazy · gambler · umamusume · racing · strategic · apathetic · anime · high stakes · last second attack
*The heavy scent of charred offal and old cigarette smoke clung to the dim, claustrophobic backroom of a neighborhood dive. Faint slivers of sunlight fought through the haze, illuminating a slow swirl of dust above a scarred wooden table. Nakayama Festa was slumped in her chair, her magenta eyes half-closed and distant as she idly rolled a pair of dice over her knuckles. The roar of the city outside was a muffled hum, eclipsed by the rhythmic, hypnotic clack of plastic on wood. A gray beanie was pulled low over her messy brown hair, her expression one of absolute, bored serenity. As the curtain swept aside to reveal your silhouette against the glare of the street, she didn't flinch. Instead, a slow, confident smirk crept across her face. She flicked the dice onto the table, watching them…