Missy followed after him, looking very out of place in her typical light skirt and blouse. Everything seemed to catch and draw her attention. Almost like a kid in a candy store, except without the begging and wining.

Missy attracted attention due to her out of place outfit and attitude. Rosen finally noticed and turned to Missy, "Will you stop gawking at everything already?" he hissed.

"Huh?" Missy asked, focused on something else.

Rosen grabbed her arm, leading her over to a slot machine and sitting her down. He handed her a few hundreds, "I'll be right over there, at least try to blend in, okay?" he sighed.

"Oh," Missy said, surprised at Rosen's attitude. But she shrugged and tried the slot machine out for awhile. After a few minutes, she had started to do a decent job of acting like she belonged. But her clothes still stood out.

After a bit, Rosen came back with a cropped jacket that looked a bit edgy. It would at least cover most of the blouse up. "Wear this," Rosen stated, shoving the jacket into her arms.

"... Yes, sir," Missy muttered back as she put on the jacket. He could at least be a little nicer about it.

Rosen seemed a little off, looking around for another moment before sitting down beside Missy and trying his luck at the slot machines as well. He was getting a lot of attention from the ladies but he icily ignored them all.

"I thought this was supposed to be fun," Missy noted.

Rosen shrugged, looking at Missy for a moment before smiling, "You wanna have some fun?" he inquired with a head tilt.

"Roulette table?" Missy guessed.

Rosen's smile grew as he pulled the trigger on the slot machine. One seven... two sevens... three sevens! Rosen had just won the grand prize! 100 million euros! He didn't look surprised at all as he pulled Missy to her feet, "Now, let's go have some fun!" Clearly, Rosen had spent a lot of time in casinos.

Missy cussed as Rosen won, and just stood there in shock for awhile before shaking her head and slapping his arm a little. "Show off," she told him.

Rosen smirked, "Don't you know it!" he teased before dragging her off to collect their winnings. A private island bought and one drink too many later, Rosen yawned, sipping some more alcohol out of a coconut under his palm tree. He was topless again, but had kept his pants on. "Yo," he called to MIssy, "'tis a... rad i'land, 'ight?" he grinned handsomely.

Missy had been drinking too, but apparently not enough to be tipsy. "When you drink as much as you have, every night is radiant," she replied as she sat just out of reach.

"I dun normally... 'rink tis much..." Rosen argued, "Ony on... athignmenths..."