"Hard to avoid gambling here unless you go the other route." Vil tried to inject wry humor into his voice as he considering Chika's weakness. There was of course no way to tell how things would get -- maybe it would prove to be something fairly controllable.

"Perhaps I can help once you have a better idea of how badly-- how quickly you fall into the gambling pit. A curse that debilitates you if you lose over a thousand chips." His offer wasn't given in jest, but there was definitely room to refine the idea. "I can't imagine it would be simple to keep yourself out of debt here if you happen to have an addictive personality."

He didn't know anyone personally who had fallen into such hard times due to the casino, but that didn't mean he wasn't exposed to seeing people demean themselves for chips on the floor.