{Vegas, baby}
ship: halsanie
genre:
trigger warnings: can't say or i'll give it away but watch out
word count: 1352
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Melanie entered the apartment, dragging her suitcase behind her. It was her first day in Las Vegas and it wasn't off to the best of starts.
The apartment block was in a dank and dark building that stood just at the edge of the Strip, in the shadow of the towering casinos and hotels that littered the desert area of sins.
She looked around at her apartment at what she was going to be paying $50 a month for. It was large enough for her, with a double bed,a wardrobe and small dresser, a couch, coffee table, a small tv and a kitchen area with a counter, a fridge and a cooker. There was also a small balcony facing the city and all its sins among the twinkling lights.
The downside was that it smelled horrible. It smelled of pee, sex and shit and it was very unpleasant. Even after Melanie sprayed an entire can of air freshener, the room still contained traces of the horrible smell.
She dragged her suitcase further into the room and opened it and started to put her clothes and shoes away into the wardrobe and her other things into the dresser; her makeup, hair accessories, jewellery box and photo album.
Her clothes, jewellery and accessories were very out of place for the city of sin. The pastel colours and the twinkling faux diamonds of purple, blue and pink and the hair bows didn't exactly scream "Las Vegas".
However, once she pulled on a short, halter neck, pastel pink dress and a silver choker and her heels to match the dress, she fit in quite well with the Vegas style attire.
She took her purse, empty, and left the apartment, locking the door and slipping the key in her bra. She was heading towards the Strip to have a look around.
Melanie found herself in awe of the city. It's sins aside, it was a beautiful phenomenon; a city in the middle of sand, adorned with towering buildings and twinkling lights. She found it pretty, like the night sky.
The streets weren't just lined with casinos, restaurants, fortune tellers and other buildings, it was also lined with prostitutes, who stood in metallic bras and short skirts and 10 inch heels.
Melanie couldn't help but stare, the lesbian in her shining through. These girls were 100% beautiful.
One girl in particular caught her eye though.
She had long blue hair, tied up in a high ponytail, and a lit cigarette in between her slender fingers. She almost seductively sucked on the end of it and blew out the smoke, black as charcoal.
"Can I help you?" she asked Melanie, an eyebrow raised.
Melanie jumped "Uh...I...um..."
"If you want something babygirl, just ask" she smirked
Melanie couldn't resist "My money is at my apartment"
"Good enough for me. Lead the way" she walked alongside Melanie, occasionally kissing her neck and blowing smoke in her face as they walked to the dank and dark building.
