OK, I thought I was over casino fantasies, given it’s six months or so since we visited Vegas. But…
A cute couple on honeymoon. They try out the casino tables; their $20 turns into $30. They have fun, helped by the free drinks brought to them as they gambled. He’s feeling tired, so disappears back to the room – but she’s having far too much fun. “Do you mind if I stay a little while?” “Of course not, my love. Just don’t lose too much!”
The $30 didn’t last long, really. But all she had to do was sign a little chit and they’d bring some more chips over to her. And the G&Ts became champagne, and this really was all so lovely and such fun and she was getting so delightfully tipsy and, oh dear, there go the last of my chips and… and here’s the final bill for you to sign, so the charges can go to your room, and it appears to be for well over $1,500…
The manager appeared. “You look upset, my dear. I hope there’s no problem? May I help at all?”
They weren’t harsh people, they explained: they understood her predicament. It was far more than they could afford. And it would be horrible to spoil their honeymoon. Maybe they could come to a little compromise? After all, she was just the sort of pretty girl the owner liked. And her sleeping husband need never know. Of course, he’d use her very thoroughly… and they would need to video it, as proof that she had consented. But it would be all over pretty quickly. And they’d never show the tapes to anyone…
I can actually feel her dilemma. ..