Amidst the flashing lights of a casino and the din of slot machines and other amusements, a young man with a eye-catching but stylish green hat is striding after a woman with a bunny-eared hood, who is pointedly ignoring him. "At least stop walking! You've been caught red handed stealing tokens. Not even money, but tokens. What are you even doing?"

The woman with the bunny hood sighs and stops dead in her tracks, nearly causing her pursuer to bump into her from behind. She turns around, reaches into her cleavage, and pulls out a handful of coins, holding them out to the man.

"There's no way that's all of them," he says, his face twisting in vexation.

"Do you want to go digging for the others yourself?"

"You know, I'll pass, but I think my colleague over there would be happy to volunteer." He waves at a broadly-built woman with a pixie cut and gestures to the one next to him. She grins and gives a thumbs up.

"Ooh. She looks like she could bench press me. Maybe I'll save her the walk." With a swing of her hips and a subtle jingle, the bunny hooded woman saunters off to that colleague.

The fellow with the nice hat glances off to the side, sniffs the coins and instantly recoils. "If you learn anything from this, it's that you don't let the intrusive thoughts win," he groans to someone in this general direction. "Where has that woman been that coins from her cleavage reek like that?!"

The scene before you fades, returning you to the Existential Weave.