Lucretia had been traveling abroad for quite some time after her defeat at the hands of eternal nightmare. Not something that most would take lightly but she would eventually work her way over the defeat; admitting to herself that there were things she needed to improve on. That being magic, her own physical prowess… and perhaps training. But all work and no play would make for a grumpy wolf.
At first people of Joya seemed a little skeptical of her; standing a good three feet taller than most even full grown men as a wolf and marginally less so when otu of it. But she’d prefer to keep her human form out of sight for the moment. Unsure of what ties she’d be outing in that regard. That being said the Onsen that she had stumbled across didn’t seem to mind much as long as she was willing to allow them to hold onto her equipment; more so for the safety of their patrons.
Lucretia didn’t seem to mind much agreeing to it as long as they didn’t try to make off with it. Amusingly the shaka zulu assegai was the only thing that refused to be let go and the dragon-slayers necklace fit snugly around her neck. Partially worn into her fur that loosely draped over a sleeveless shirt which on itself was neatly tucked into a pair of fairly baggy pants, perhaps designed in a way to be fit for this form rather than her other...
Her drinking escapades in this rather over the top location started with their lighter sake; in which they at least convinced her to let her companion keep an eye on her belongings rather than keeping the spear close at hand. She’d begrudgingly allow them to let her companion do so; the mindrache swearing up and down that he’d keep a good eye on her stuff.
The gambling of her jewels didn’t really start until she had a good grasp on how hard the sake hit her. Which to say the least wasn’t as hard as she was expecting and probably not as hard as the owners of this establishment were either. She made good bets, won a few things. A kimono, a suit of armor, hell she had even won a free round of drinks several times over.
Dice was the name of the game and she had a good intuition even when inebriated. She’d lean on the table just a bit and watched the man shake the dice for a few moments, ears flicking and she’d make her bet. Grinning a bit as the dice gave her a good number yet again; the owners mumbling and talking with the man before walking off.
”Somethin the matter?”
”Just another win ma’am, you have a good intuition.”
Lucretia gave a shrug and would lean on one hand of hers, she’d be gambling and lazing about for most of the day and unless they kicked her out probably deep into the night. Not like she wasn’t spending the money she won on the establishment anyways…