"J-just the luck of the draw, I guess... "
Luck is notoriously fickle, and no one knows this more than Lucilia here. A casino croupier... one could say former, though we'll get to that later... Lucilia spent a good portion of her working years dealing cards and rolling dice for mobsters and rich jerks and anyone else who could grab a wad of cash and run to the nearest legalized theft center. She made good money, at least... even if half of her job was getting ogled. (Yes, they're real.)
One stormy evening was quite different for her, though. A rather drunken fellow at her blackjack table had run out of money. Well, he'd run out of usable money, anyway. He was some old coin collector, and he had his lucky coin in his jacket! So he tried to pay with it. 'course, he couldn't. And he was drunk. So he flicked it at her tits. And squish, right in the cleavage.
He had no way of knowing it was cursed, of course. He was an eccentric, he wore gloves, he never touched it with his own flesh. She had flesh to spare smothering the hell out of it, though. And before she could fish it out, it disappeared.
And then everyone at the table busted their next hand. And the one after. And the one after that. And she got nothing but blackjacks all night.
And then the power cut out due to the aforementioned storm, and all of the drunks at the table got up, ran into each other and started brawling in the dark. And she got caught up in it all. And when the lights came on, they were all gone and she was blushing. And full. She hadn't -meant- to eat them, but, well... they might've hurt her!
Of course, later that evening she broke four pairs of heels consecutively, nearly got struck by lightning, came home to her apartment on fire, and had a rogue satellite chunk hole her car's engine block.
Thus began the tale of the girl who can't have normal luck. Either she's on top of the world, or somewhere underneath it squished and smothering. Oh, and hungry either way. Thanks to her days of ludicrous luck, she owns a lot of fancy houses and cars and has enough money to throw around to get whatever she wants. Or to cover up anything that happens on her bad luck days. Though luckily for her, she has a slight semblance of control over what happens... lucky days have become far more powerful than unlucky ones, and the worst that usually happens on unlucky days now is that she eats folks she doesn't want or mean to eat. Collateral damage hasn't broken twenty thousand dollars in at least two months, so don't worry about that!
On a good luck day, she can eat folks however she wants. On a bad luck day, she's unable to control it, and could easily end up using the wrong vore or something. On bad luck days she's also likely to blunder into giant busty girl devouring animals or plants, as well... though luckily she sprung for the full-scale working model of the Rapture-brand vita-chamber in every house she owns, so being devoured by horrible beasties never has any lasting effect on her.
As for Lucilia as a person, she still works as a croupier (part-time work... a casino will pay her a shitton of money on good luck days, because she in turn will make them a shitton of money) and lives in one of her expensive, prone-to-disaster houses. She has a lot of them 'cause you never know what'll happen. At least three are overrun by carnivorous jungle, and one has a tentacled space alien living in it. Despite being rich enough to never worry, she's not at all stuck up... in fact, she's very shy and reserved, and oftentimes will politely fidget about before asking softly if she can eat someone up. On good luck days, at least. On bad luck days she can't stop her tits from lunging at folks to devour them half the time.
And if you're curious, 95% of the time the bunnygirl outfit is the only one she ever really wears! She sleeps in a nightie, but most of her daily life is conducted as a busty bunnygirl.
Why?
For luck, of course!
(Also because those outfits are some of the few that sorta fit her well!)