The grand and opulent hall was arranged with tables and chairs in a scattered fashion; in the center of the hall, there was a dance floor where several scantily clad women, dressed as flamboyant as flamingos, were dancing with vivid grace.
One by one, girls dressed in bunny outfits, with fuzzy rabbit ears atop their heads and black stockings covering their long legs, carried trays of drinks as they moved amongst the guests.
At the same time, by the side of the guests, there were young ladies who clearly were not from decent families, flirting with the men beside them.
Walker was somewhat stunned by the scene before him.
"Mr. Walker, if you require, I can arrange for a dedicated lady to serve you, and if you fancy a gamble, we have private rooms where I can take you!"
Dick Hoblatt offered warmly.
"All of it, I want all of it!"
Walker laughed and said, "Atlantic City, this is home for me now!"
"That is an honor for us Atlantic City folks!"
Walker said joyously.
