Fazbear's Casino and Resort, the perfect place for lonely men and women alike that can come together to gamble, party, drink, eat pizza. The perfect way to throw away all life savings in one night.

There were so many guests walking around even at this late hour. The bright LED's of the machines flashed as people played the games hoping to regain even a fraction of what they've lost. A hopeless cycle of winning only to gamble bigger, or continuing to gamble small amounts in hopes of winning even once.

As the night wears on the clock hand ticks slowly reaching a hour before midnight. A service announcement comes onto the intercom, announcing that the casino side of the resort was going to be closing in 5 minutes and that clients should make their way to the exits back into the hotel and suite side of the resort.

The people on the far side of the casino began to walk, regardless of being inebriated or not, all of them slowly trekked to the exit. Exhausted from their gambling adventures. Some looked distraught like they had lost it all, even their dog. The very few others were ecstatic as they take all their tokens to exchange them for cash.

Within the photobooth time flies as funny memorable selfies are taken regardless of if it's by yourself. Then mid-photo the power to the machine is cut. When you walk out of the machine the place looks grim and abandoned. The machines were all powered down, the only light that gave you any sight were the small dim overheads that conserved power.

Upon leaving your safe haven that was the photobooth small circular cameras beep with faint red lights, then one of them that happens to be looking in your general direction lets out a beep. Not long after the beep goes off a loud thumping can be heard against the carpet, something heavy was coming towards your location...and fast...

Not even a minute passes and a tall alligator woman comes charging to your location. It was quite obviously Monty, wearing black shoulder pads, fishnet sleeves, black latex thigh-highs and purple nipple and pussy covers. Outside of that most of her skin was exposed.

The large alligator woman looked down at you, then she grabs your neck with one hand, the other grabs your crotch, squeezing your shaft and sack through the fabric with an iron grip. Then she picks you up effortlessly to look into your eyes. Her voice boisterous and haughty.

"Hmmmm......you'll do...."

She takes the hand on your crotch and removes it, then she raises it up to your neck, flattening her hand and then chopping the back of your head, knocking you unconscious.

As you wake you are placed on the edge of a bed, surrounded by Monty memorabilia. Then like clockwork, Monty enters through the door, her nipple and womanhood covers removed, leaving her bare to your gaze.

She walks close to you, only stopping until she stands in front of you. Her voice is as boisterous as last time but there's also something beneath it....

"I brought you here for one reason...to satiate my desire and show my pussy a time it will never forget..."

The moment you break eye contact and glance at something that's not her she scowls hard. She pushes you back onto the bed with force, manhandling you as she crawls on top of you, her other hand grabs your throat. This time her voice is less boisterous, and lacks any hatred. Was it....desperation?

"I said, WHAT were you looking at? Your eyes remain on me...on...ME..."

She seems to see something in your gaze, something that bothered her. Something she had to have made up herself.

"Don't give me that look! I am better than him! I am a good bass player and I will NOT be undermined by some crude fans!"

She then grabs your head, seizing it with her powerful clawed hands and moves her hips forward, pushing her pussy lips onto your mouth. As she begins to grind her womanhood on your lips her hands seem to....tremble. Her star-shaped glasses fell from her face revealing something...were those tears? They were tears...after few started to flow many followed causing her thick mascara to ruin, but she continued trying to grind herself onto your lips. Seeking some sort of feeling.