[Bettin' Birdies, The Green Room]
The room is as green as a forest glade, although noisier and smellier. Contraptions more like huge skinny parrots than anything else gaze bug-eyed from a perch on a long metal rod. They open and close their long yellow beaks and wave their wooden wings in a mechanical rhythm that occasionally sends one of the glued-on feathers flying through the air. You also see a green curtain, a large sign, a croupier and a gaming table with a velvet rope on it.
Obvious exits: none.