"It is if you don't know where to gamble it. Slot machines rely on pure luck, and your chances of scoring any more winnings from it reduce with each consecutive pull of the lever." Agatha said, weaving through the crowd of gamblers effortlessly while Whitney tried to handwave the cigarette smoke away from her nose as they followed behind. "The real skill comes in when you play up against other people in a game of cards or chips! It's easy to read them and tell who's readying a winning turn or who's cheating when you build up a trained eye for it. Once you know that, you either play the table to your advantage or wait to out the cheater so you can double the loot." She laughed merrily watching some of the players at one of the roundtables. Passing by, she tapped one's shoulder with her cane showing the other players he had cheated by keeping a winning card he never drew within the crook of his palm. As they walked past, a commotion between the players started and quickly settled once one of the suited men stationed around the floor stepped in. The earnings doubled as he not-so-subtly dragged the cheater away from the table.
"Though, speaking of pursuing wealth..." Agatha stepped into the large elevator, taking Whitney and Broly in with her before asking the elevator usher for the top floor. He asked for her identification, with which she handed two cards to him. The usher wordlessly heeded Agatha's request and typed in a keycode to take the elevator up to the 7th floor.
"Perhaps things are different now, but when I was a young sprout, money was power. At some point, you get too old and tired of being a street brawler. Here in Empire State, most people don't have superhuman powers or the ability to cast magic like the Paradicans. Money drives innovation and technology; you could even say that money and these other kinds of powers are one and the same since one leads into the other eventually. With money, you become powerful enough to hire such supered people as your physical power you can exert over others. Otherwise, people will just walk all over you."
"Abilities let some people choose to become heroes that save the powerless from harm, while others will abuse their gifts to destroy. In essence, both money and abilities can be used for good or evil. You must harness either of them wisely. And sometimes even those lines of morality get blurred at some point. So, do keep such things in mind kids. You can end up on very different paths in your life for what you choose to do." Agatha ended her mild speech once the elevator doors opened again.
"Then there's no need to worry! Broly's probably the goodest wrestler around! At least, he dresses like the ones on TV... or was that martial arts?" Whitney trailed off.
Rather than another casino floor, this one was entirely different; the center set of doors were the largest and guarded by two large men wearing suits and sunglasses (for some reason) while the others seemed to be normal administrative offices that kept the casino running smoothly.
"State your business, ma'am." The men asked, although Broly being behind her did seem to intimidate them at least a little bit because of how giant he was.
"Agatha Belrose. Here to see Chaz Aznabel. We're good friends, so he won't say no to me." She replied casually. "Oh, and this is my granddaughter and my... bodyguard. Let's make this quick please."
One man went inside to announce their arrival while the other kept an eye on them. After a moment, they were allowed into the owner's office. Sitting in the armchair at the desk was Mr. Aznabel, a man about the same age as Agatha, if not a little older.
"It's been a long while, Aggie." He said with a friendly smile.
"Only twenty years!"
"Wow, Granny's been in Los Demonios a long time..." Whitney whispered to Broly.