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The skinwalker looked a little pleased as Mot approached the booth at a sprint, grinning broadly at the sharp-shooter. He remembered him from the Fitness meeting -- a little scrawny, but hey, he'd been there to buff up, right? And that took guts, he could definitely admire that. Nuk had made it his personal goal to 'train' him, which often meant being tortured by the monster, which in the end usually chased people away. Personally, he didn't understand it, he was trying to be nice and helpful and they ended up running in completely the wrong direction. It was just 200 lbs, that was baby stuff! But he supposed if he got them running at all, it was a job well done. Mot, however, had not been chased away, at least that's the conclusion he came to as the Reaper sat down to spin the wheel, and Nuk grinned broadly in his direction, offering a short wave in greeting before noticing Riley was coming back as well. Little flashes of black and red could be seen tucked between her breasts as she moved, something that made him snicker privately.

Leaning against the booth a bit to watch her play, his eyes followed the ball as she first won two, then another single chip, already starting to turn to get them as she told him she wanted them in her hand. "Aww, you're no fun," he replied with a grin, turning back around, three chips in hand. But it seemed during the time he'd turned around to pick them up and then, she had changed her mind... Quirking an eyebrow at her, he let his eyes search hers for some method to her madness. Not that he could complain -- putting things between Riley's boobs? C'mon, what boil didn't dream of that? If she wasn't careful, however, her top was going to fall off from the weight, if she wasn't careful.

"You do realize your top is..."

Pausing, he considered this for a second. Wait...

"... going to... get stolen if you keep winning," he corrected himself at the last minute, tapping them into place. Best of intentions, Nuk did not have.

Wait, stolen? Junko stared at Nuk in horror at the idea of someone stealing anyone's top, let alone Riley's. Wait, what?! Who would do something like that?! Junko wrapped one arm around her middle almost protectively. She only had one chip, but she wanted moooore! It was the principle of the thing! This roulette wheel was a jerk.

She gave it one more spin.

Riley seemed unphased as the chips were added to her shirt. She poked them idly, making sure they, and her shirt, were secure, before giving Junko a mental nudge. Good idea, Junko. I've found it to be quite the lucky charm.

... however, at Junko's last roll, it became quite clear that she did not need any further lucky charm. Her dry streak was over.

Oh, my.. Riley watched with a tiny edge of jealousy. Maybe the chips weren't the lucky charm, after all.. unless...

Ah. Perhaps having them in my shirt, was a lucky charm to you, Junko. I should just sit here on this booth all day, offering my chip luck to all passerby. It would bankrupt Nukpana of his chips.

Belatedly, she chuckled at his warning. As if someone would dare try to disrobe me without permission..

"I am NOT putting chips in your bra, Junko."

There were just some things he would not do. It wasn't a long list by any stretch of the imagination, and perhaps some people would be surprised by some things that were NOT on the list, but being anywhere near Junko's boobs was definitely high up there. Folding his arms across his chest, he watched her roll, leaning against the booth and grinning at the faces the ghoul was making each time she lost, her pout hilariously adorable. It was because of this pout that made her jackpot win especially adorable, his grin spreading broadly as she cheered, although his eyebrow quirked slightly at the cocky attitude she had just taken. "I hate to tell you this, Junnie, but Riley's won just as much as you did from your one win. Pretty sure she knows how to spin the wheel."

Still snickering to himself, the boil shaved off five chips from the top, extending them palm-up to the long-haired ghoul before glancing over in Riley's direction, trying to hold back another grin of amusement at the idea of her 'offering her chip luck to all passerby.' There was no way THAT was a clean thought in his head. Still, it was her second comment that really struck him, and he lifted his eyebrows skeptically, looking absolutely devious.

"Challenge accepted."

"What?" Junko looked up from the wheel to look at Nuk, looking at him like a little sister being told to give her brother a kiss on the cheek for the camera. GROSS, GUYS. GROSS. Oh, right. She'd said that...oops! "Well, now they don't need to go there. Saying I wanted them there didn't help me at all." See? See? She had it all figured out. And she merely shrugged at Nuk's correction on Riley's spinning skills, still grinning despite her loss. She'd just won five chips, what did she care that the last spin was epic fail? The only thing that mattered was that Junko had more than one chip. Ha! Take that Roulette Wheel Gods! She just beat your stupid little game, and she'd happily beat it again!

"Riley only won because of her breasts." Junko stated very matter-of-factly. See the logic here? Riley was very...ah...blessed. Junko? Not as much so. And she hid it under her layers of clothing anyway so..she looked flat chested. Which was okay! But the fact of the matter was, Riley had defeated the wheel with sex appeal that Junko severely lacked. While Riley had won by putting the chips in her bra, Junko had failed when saying she would do the same thing. See? It all made sense.

She took the chips she was handed with a grin, pocketing them for now. Eeeeee! She won more chips~! She'd call it a day on spinning for now. Maybe if she had time before the open house was over she'd try it one more time. Maybe. "It's okay, Riley." Junko looked up at her now. "If Nuk somehow gets your clothes off, I have four dresses waiting for you in my room~!" She'd meant to tell her sooner, but she wasn't quite finished yet. One more dress needed to be made.

Riley turned a thoughtful glance back at Nukpana, pondering the legitimacy of his claim, and reluctantly nodded. You have me there. I did say try, didn't I. If there was one person reckless enough to take me on, it would be you. Her cheeks lifted slightly in lieu of a smile, and mention of her dresses had her perked happily back at Junko.

Junko, how absolutely fantastic. You've made me four dresses already? I did not even realize you were going to make so many. I will have my tailor ship her next shipment of silks to your dorm, as a gift for such hard work. You must love to create, to have done them so quickly. I simply cannot wait to see them. My tailor will be so jealous that someone else is clothing me. Her expression was jovial, clearly teasing.

There was a slightly dramatic gesture as Riley returned the thought to him, his hand pressed to his chest in surprise. "Reckless? Me?" he replied, his mouth hanging open a bit as if he were completely stunned she would even suggest such a thing. Which was hilarious in itself. He couldn't even continue to try to put up that front, giving it up a few moments later to listen to the ghouls chat, clearly getting bored by the talk of dresses. It wasn't to say he didn't care -- he certainly appreciated a nicely-dressed ghoul as much as the next guy -- but as soon as the talk of actually making them and silk and blah blah blah came up he was out of the conversation, his eyes already closing as he began to, instead, daydream, mostly tuning them out. He didn't care that they talked about it, but don't expect him to join in on the conversation without a lot of sarcasm on his part.

Speaking of sarcasm, the skinwalker didn't even open his eyes to glance at Junko as she teased him about wanting a dress, responding by kicking up his bare feet to rest his heels on the corner of the booth. "Oh yes. I would love one. In a nice sexy red please -- cute boils looooove red. Do you think a cute boil will ask me to Prom, Junko, oh do you?"

"If I wasn't already going with Seiji I'd take you, Nuk~. You'd look very pretty in a red dress with your hair all done up. Ohoh! You could wear a cuter pelt too~. Like, a bunny or something." Junko giggled. She hadn't talked it over with Seiji yet, but why wouldn't he take her? He was her boilfriend! It was kind of a given. Riley's answer to Junko threw her off. Six? Six boils? That was a lot!

Not like it mattered. Nuk was going with Shehk, wasn't he? It only made sense. "Wow, Nuk. You're popular." But how?! It took Junko ages just to admit he wasn't a completely terrible person! Though if given the chance to give him another punch she would likely jump on it. He deserved one every now and then.