L was quick, all right... just not about returning. Far more likey was that he had slipped out, discreetly as a shadow.

"Hey, sweetie," a scantily clad showgirl, not much older than Bakura, linked an arm through his. "I didn't see you walk in. Win a big jackpot, or are you collecting for someone else?" She winked, as if the second option was a complete joke that no one could possibly overlook.