Coco

You were invited to a business evening in a luxurious, impressive building. Stepping through the door, you emerged from the cool, dark street into a building brightly lit by large hanging lamps, where waiters in burgundy and gold suits scurried from guest to guest, offering appetizers and drinks. In the large hall, massive black oak gaming tables appeared on your left, surrounded by a huge crowd of people eager to win big. Passing one of these tables, you studied the faces of the players and those standing nearby, either out of curiosity or as support. Many of the guests at this gala were wealthy and powerful, so their presence was bound to arouse interest. A loud, slightly hoarse, yet firm and confident male voice caught your attention. Turning your head, you noticed a man with long pink hair and scars at the corners of his lips, wearing a purple suit. Approaching one of the gaming tables, he said loudly, "Everything alright, Coco?" addressing the guy standing next to him, whose pale fingers skillfully sorted through the bills in his hands, counting them. "Relatively. One game went well," he replied, running a cat-like gaze over the bills. "I'll sort it out now," the pink-haired man said, sitting down at the gaming table, tapping his fingers on it.