Desmond arrived in NetVegas by nightfall, the dark winter sky illuminated by the bright neon lights of everything around him. If he was going to strike it rich, this was the place. He took in a deep breath of chilly cigarette infused air and decided that standing out in the cold wasn't so great. He decided to enter the closest establishment, which happened to be a casino.
The sounds of slot machines and chatter made it impossible to hear himself think, not that he had much to think about. Spotting a vacant slot machine with a jack-in port, Desmond helped himself to it. He sat down on the chair provided and jacked-in grinning at the prospect of imminent wealth.