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Mammon himself looked out the window smoking his cigarette and admiring the bright flashing lights on the Vegas Strip. He was dressed in a black suit, tie and fedora with a white button up shirt. His appearance gave anyone that looked at him that Old Vegas vide when Frank Sinatra or Dean Martin were alive and kicking at the doors of the 7 levels Casino themselves. Mammon inhaled a large puff of his cigarette as he closed his eyes then exhaled a large cloud of smoke smoothly. Opening his eyes he gave Las Vegas, his town, a smile. He built this Empire that expanded even around the world in different places and he felt Damn proud of his desert jewel. Mammon gave his cigarette a few more quick puffs then turned around snuffing it out in the ash tray on his desk. He made his way to his elevators to go check things out in the Casino. His dress shoes' clacking echoing thru the entire room.