Play the Roll - Early Access (Object) (Patreon)

"You're on a roll!" Layla said as she brought drinks to the table. "Must be my lucky night," the man responded as he took the drink from her, his eyes never moving up from her chest. She didn't mind; it made her job much easier when they weren't aware she was part of loss prevention and only thought of her as a lowly waitress. He turned back to the table and grabbed the dice, holding them up to her. "Blow on these, will you?" He asked, a common ritual to supposedly 'transfer luck'. Layla knew it was bogus because she could use real magic, and that was about to become readily apparent. She cupped her hands atop the dice, leaned in, and blew, quickly snatching the dice from the man. His eyes went wide as she rolled them in her hand, feeling their weight. "Loaded," she grinned, looking at the man, who went white as a sheet.

He tried to run, or would've if Layla hadn't paralyzed him immediately. She smiled menacingly as her hands began to glow, the crowd around the table watching in confusion until they put together that the high-roller was cheating. They knew what happened to cheaters around here, and so did the man, seeing as his face was a mask of panic. She placed her glowing palm against the man's chest, letting her magic course through his body, and began to mold him.

His skin went red and glossy, turning from flesh to polymer. Layla watched in amusement as his arms sank into his sides, his yelp of surprise getting caught in his throat as his facial features filled in, turning into white pips on his red skin. His whole body widened, turning into a monolith of plastic before it began to shrink. Within seconds, he was only centimeters tall. She tossed the rectangle onto the table, watching in amusement as it shattered into three cubes, each one a perfectly even die. The original dice were probably in his pocket, now permanently fused into his new body as he took on their role at the table.

She nodded to the croupier as she took one of the dice, holding it up to the light, feeling the man's energy still inside. He shook with fear, but as soon as the croupier passed him to the new shooter, he felt immense pleasure as his body was rolled, a personal touch from Layla. She walked away with the die as it continued to writhe in ecstasy from being used, and went into the security office, where the head of security congratulated her. She grinned, looking forward to her bonus as she placed the die in a row of dozens more, each one a piece of a cheater who no longer stole, their luck running out.