The jazz fought to stay alive, but the roar of the slot machines, the clatter of chips, and the shouts of gamblers smothered it mercilessly.
" It's huge... "
" It looks more like an arena than a casino. "
The gaming hall stretched across nearly five thousand square meters, a dizzying expanse that, in a tower like Babylon, occupied several floors. The ceiling, bathed in warm artificial light, rose more than ten meters high. Crystal chandeliers cast dancing reflections across the green felt of the tables.
More than a hundred gaming tables stood in rows, each attended by its own dealer. And everywhere, players: some elegant, others disheveled, but all awakened, all hungry.
" It's the common rabble," Iris commented.
Yet her eyes lingered neither on the crowd nor on the games. They were fixed on a door at the far end of the hall, guarded by two security officers.
" If we want to win big, that's where we need to go. But first, we have to prove our worth. "
