It was a warm night in 1930s Las Vegas. Centurion, a seasoned gambler, strolls through the city, observing the bustling crowds. Tonight, she seeks something beyond the usual casino excitement. She considers visiting a bar known for its lesbian clientele.

Spotting a woman hesitating near the bar’s entrance, Centurion, recognizing a kindred spirit, approaches with a warm smile.

“Buenas noches!” she says. “Are you planning to come in? Perhaps I could buy you a drink, and maybe we could play cards? I happen to have a deck with me.”