[Unsurprisingly, Hans has been hither and thither on the casino floor sampling the gambling offerings throughout the evening -- the traditional card games are where he spends the earlier hours, happily fleecing random citizens out of their savings or simply wiping himself out making risky bets now and then because why not.

Later in the night is when he warily approaches the slot machines, which aren't that much more complicated than the other machines he's dealt with so far (albeit rather a different beast from the arcade or vending machines, but let's be real colors and sounds go brrrrrr is the essence of gacha); he's perched here with a stack of tourist pamphlets and a snack or two.

There's usually a drink not far at hand, though he seems more the type to sip slowly and savor the atmosphere than go full lush.]

Hrmeow... There's just somethin' not satisfying at all about gamblin' with unlimited cash...

[He has Not Noticed that they're stuck in here, because cats are nocturnal.]