As a former Underworld kingpin, Jones knew the ins and outs of casinos. He also knew what kind of person could avoid drawing attention.
He declined the bunny girl's company, exchanged a modest amount for chips, and sat down to play.
The game at the table was simple, much like roulette. Except the seven numbers had been replaced by seven animals, making it look a little cuter.
After glancing at the bets around him, Jones casually put ten thousand Beli on the monkey and waited for the wheel to spin.
Over five rounds, he won some and lost some, but ended up a little poorer. So he got up, gave someone else his seat, and went to try another game.
When gamblers lost too much in one spot, they moved somewhere else to change their luck. It was their usual idea of being clever, so no one paid any attention when Jones left.
He played here and there until, without anyone noticing, he sat down at a poker table. Never mind why the world of Pirates had this game. Hadn't you noticed they even spoke English?
This was as close as he could get to the inner passage without attracting the casino guards' attention. As he made a show of checking his hole cards, Jones released a particular pheromone into the air.
An oasis in the desert was bound to have mosquitoes, rats, and other pests.
Just as everyone was enjoying the game, someone suddenly cried out and slapped his neck hard. When he pulled his hand away, a flattened mosquito had become a bloody smear across his palm.
Even the other players felt sick looking at it.
Putting on a startled expression, Jones called out, "Wait, aren't those the markings of a Venomous Lizard Mosquito?"
"What!"
"A Venomous Lizard