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The bright lights of Las Nevadas shone bright, glittering off the perfectly paved side walks. Bright spotlights enticing drunk passersby into new and exciting attractions. An air of sin seemed to hang in the under growth.
In the heart of the city a man sat in a throne like chair, his fingers deftly shuffling a stack of cards as he looked down on his audience, golden wings behind him absolutely captivating. Some deemed him a siren. Some a devil.
Quackity supposed he didn't care what they called him, so long as they still watched him under the glowing lights.
This was all a performace after all, and what was a performace without an audience to view it? A dance without music?
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