The machine chimed merrily and the rollers span up, accompanied by cheerful electronic jangling. Urgh, it reminded her of that time her old man made her swim to the states and then hike to Las Vegas so they could learn “gamble-fu.” It had taken them forever to ditch those mob guys trying to get their money back too.
Scowling now, Ranma couldn’t quite figure out why she had pulled the lever. Well, it had been free she supposed, but still…
Still, she could quite get the sour taste out of her mouth as she watched the slots spin wildly, clanging noisily even as the first began to slow to a halt, the blurred decals gradually clearing to show… uh… herself? In a wide variety of cheesecake poses and skimpy outfits?
Ranma gave her head a shake, blinking as an image of herself in an incredibly skimpy playboy bunny outfit rolled past, followed by herself as a stereotypical kogal. That bad feeling was going full force now, since the slot Machine in front of her had clearly revealed itself as being Even More Weird Shit™.
The fact that she couldn’t bring herself to move was also a pretty bad sign. Damn.
There was an absurdly happy jingle, and the roller came to a halt on what was obviously herself, minus most of her clothes plus horns, bat like wings and… maybe a tail?
Wed Feb 20 23:17:33 2019