Venus had come to Las Vegas on some personal business when she had decided to go down The Strip when she had taken care of her things.  The magnificent colors of the lights, the spectacle was amazing. She had several dollars in her pocket that she had kept to go blow at some casino considering Las Vegas was known for them.

Hmm... the Palazzo…no. The Venetian? Nah. Ah, the Bellagio. Now THAT is a classy place. She walked into the beautiful casino with its water pond out front. She stared wide-eyed at the beautiful interior with its plush carpet, dim lights, video cameras in the ceiling, and the guards are every door. Venus took a seat at a poker table.

She looks over and sees a cat, with a rather large crown on its head, sitting on a pillow and a serious looking man behind it. She snorts to herself and realizes that the cat is winning the poker game. Venus decides to cozy up to him and make friends.  She scoots over to the chair besides him and says,

Hi there, and gives him her winning smile. 

King-Finneius looks over at the lady that has taken the seat beside him, he looks up at his butler and offers a soft "meow", the butler then begins to speak.

Hello there young lady, my master has taken quite the interest in your eyes. He requests that you join him for this next hand.

Venus smiles happily and makes a bet for herself and the cat. She sticks her hand out to pet the cat. She hesitates...then gently hats his head. She waits for him to scratch her. His very is smooth like silk and light to the touch. 

He wins the hand while she and the rest of the table lose. All of the chips, a rather large sum go to him. She looks at him wondering how a cat could possibly play poker. It didn't seem possible yet this majestic creature was pulling it off, while sitting on the table with a crown no less. 

King-Finneius looks around the table and glares at his butler, after this his butler lowers his face down to Finneius. Finneius claws the butler and hisses. The butler quickly sits upright.

My master is upset that the betting is so small at this table. He requests that you raise the stakes immediately! And miss, if you could, please do not stop petting him, he is actually calm when you do that.

Venus jumps and is startled when the butler dressed in black speaks to her. She raises the stakes much high as is requested. The whole time she is scratching the lovely cat's back. Her eyes are watching the dealer, the guards and the video cameras in the ceilings. She smiles coyly at the dealer as once again the king cat wins the hand making the entire table groan. The dealer looks back at her and the cat skeptically. 

She looks at her hand. 21. Awesome. She bets all she has. And wins. The woman turns to the black cat and whispers in his ear. 

Shall we?

King-Finneius looks over at Venus and looks into her sparkling blue eyes, he then meows softly to his butler. The butler rolls his eyes and looks over at the lady.

My master would like to discuss something with you in private, you have no opinion in the matter.

The butler stands with King-Finneius on his cushion, he looks around the vibrant busy room with an aggravated look on his face, and as the butler begins to walk toward the elevator. Finneius meows and the butler assures him that she is following. Once inside the golden elevator, the butler holds it open for Venus.

The woman scowls as the butler tells her she has no choice. 'What is this bullshit?" she thinks.

Venus gathers her skirts around her and follows the black suited butler and the black and white kitty into the luxurious elevator. The walls of the elevator are covered in brushed gold with a mirror ceiling and marble floors. There's a hand railing that she places her white elegant hand and grips to steady her nerves.  She waits as the butler presses the button the basement.  

The elevator begins to smoothly move downwards. 

"What have I gotten myself into?" she wonders. 

King-Finneius doesn't look at Venus or even acknowledge her presence as the elevator spirals downwards, the butler looks over to Venus and states simply,

King-Finneius gets motion sickness, bless him.

The butler giggles until Finneius hisses and the butler quickly goes silent as the elevator comes to a halt. The door opens and in a truly splendid sight, a shag carpeted room lies below. King-Finneius jumps from his cushion and claws up some of the carpet then walks to a grande looking throne and jumps onto it curling into a ball with the butler following behind and gesturing Venus to follow.

Please forgive the carpet miss, King-Finneius paid for this to be a more permanent residence for him instead of one of the upper rooms. He finds it easier to move around down here.

Venus's scowl become even deeper as she is lead into the bowels of the Bellagio.

"The carpet is a rather weird twist," she thinks, "Nor are they very good for stilettos." She almost breaks her ankle as she tries to walk into the chamber in her sky high designer shoes. The room smells rather weird like some sort of herb. "Wonder what that is?" 

The room is cold and once she catches up to the weird cat and weirder butler she crosses her arms, goose bumps going across her arms. 

"What is this all about?"

King-Finneius yawns and the butler looks down at him. Finneius meows and the butler rolls his eyes and looks at Venus.

King-Finneius would like to take over the Bellagio. Make it all his. He has talked about it for awhile now, and finally has the pieces to do it. You have been chosen to be his accomplice. And in case you are wondering, it is impossible to argue with him. Once he sets his sights, it's done.

King-Finneius jumps down from his throne and rubs against the silky smooth legs of Venus, softly purring and looking up at her, as if letting her know that she too has to do his bidding.

Venus grasps her skirt and moves away from the cat. 

"You're looking up my skirt, aren't you, you pervy feline?" she says while looking down and trying to escape from the cat entangling her legs. She thinks she can resist this weirdo cat. 

"What's in it for me?"

King-Finneius continues entangling the legs of Venus and glares over at his butler.

Miss, you get full share of profits. You will be made rich beyond your wildest dreams. My master never fails. Pick him up and allow him to tell you himself.

She growls as she almost trips over the tricksy cat. Seeing as she enjoys cats she shrugs and picks up the cat. 

Okay tell me you silly cat, she says as she holds and pets the rather soft cat. She accidentally knocks off his crown. "Ha" she thinks. 

King-Finneius hisses a bit but decides to tell Venus his plan anyway. He meows softly into Venus's ear and her eyes glow as she realizes the brilliance of this plan. King-Finneius looks over to his butler, and his butler places his crown back upon his head.

Venus smirks and nods, agreeing to the plan.

It's perfect.