I'm reminded of an old Heinlein novel, "Friday". One chapter describes an environment of immersive gambling in all walks of life.
A quick setup with shameless copypasta from the usual source:
"Friday is a 1982 science fiction novel by American writer Robert A. Heinlein. It is the story of a female "artificial person", the eponymous Friday, genetically engineered to be stronger, faster, smarter, and generally better than normal humans. Artificial humans are widely resented, and much of the story deals with Friday's struggle both against prejudice and to conceal her enhanced attributes from other humans. The story is set in a Balkanized 21st century, in which the nations of the North American continent have been split up into a number of smaller states."
Friday is a ""combat courier in a quasi-military organization", traveling across the globe and to some of the near-Earth space colonies."..."Friday travels through the California Confederacy, the Lone Star Republic...and the Chicago Imperium as she attempts to reach her headquarters."
Well, ol' Bob had a lot of fun describing a California Republic, er, Confederacy of the future (no, he didn't go there--it was just a name). The Governor is some old guy who wore a war bonnet, f'rinstance, and "Lottery Day" is a national holiday. People roll dice with cops to see if they're really going to get that traffic ticket. It was one of the lighter chapters in the book, and Heinlein played it for laughs. I enjoyed it and imagine people not from California would enjoy it even more. Anyways, Friday happens to win the big jackpot on Lottery Day (a lot of Heinlein's books work best when the protagonists are independently wealthy). It's a big scene and the entire population breathlessly awaits the televised results. When she wins she gets the great honor of being presented with the winnings by the Governor in front of the cameras (contraindicated for a combat courier). Shenanigans ensue. More stuff like that, then the story moves along.
Ok, so that's the relevant bit. I'll close with this: The book got several awards nods and was a fun read. One critical viewer had this to say, "Heinlein's ability to write a sentence that makes you want to read the next sentence remains unparalleled...Every sentence and every paragraph and page and chapter lead on to the next, but it's just one thing after another, there's no real connection going on. It has no plot, it's a set of incidents that look as if they're going somewhere and don't ever resolve, just stop." Frankly that's one of the things I liked about it. While not a stream of consciousness work like perhaps Vonnegut would do (which would have the same criticisms), it was an adventure story dealing with the random hits of an impersonal universe whose only "plot" is to eventually kill you.