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Woe_Foe
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The Las Vegas strip - a series of establishments hell-bent on getting your money. How else would you describe the series of casinos? Or the hotels, restaurants and series of shopping malls that have completely razed the ground? That's not to say that it is a bad thing, certainly the capitalist ideology has reigned through the creation of such places. I simply was baffled and amazed by the fact that corporations could hold people as I see now; making them addicted to machines that essentially drained their wallets, while few received anything in return. As Ambrose Bierce said:
" Corporation: An ingenious device for obtaining profit without individual responsibility. "
Don't let this deceive you, I'm definitely no hopeful radical hoping to change the system. In fact, I'm more part of this globalized world than I would like to admit, being the only daughter of a powerful executive at Goldman Sachs. Perhaps I was simply spoiled; I just did not see the appeal of all of this, that has driven groups of individuals completely insane. Hence why I was here in the massive hotel; I wanted to actually take part of this and hoped to actually experience the thrill of it all.
Already five seconds in, and I could see heads turn. It was due, I was sure, of the way I had decided to dress myself tonight The alluring dress caught the gaze of many, along with the perfect high heels that I wore. I was no oblivious woman went it came to my curves and saw no harm in enticing men with a bit of cleavage or the clinging nature of my dress to my voluptuous hourglass figure. More often that not, my sexual appeal allowed me to get far.
With my credit card ready, I was prepared for an eventful evening, to say the least. First being drawn by the numerous flashing lights and sounds, I found myself at the slot machines, mindlessly pulling on the lever as fortune dictated the results. After a few tries, I found this unsatisfactory. "There has to be more than this." I thought to myself, turning away from it as someone else took my place.
That is when I found a crowd of people surrounding a poker table. I thought that maybe, due to it being a bit more personal than the slots or blackjack, things would be more interesting. I managed to make my way through as the game went on. Curious, I asked the security guard if I could possibly join in. At first, he shook his head but after I introduced myself as Rebecca Florida Jones, he had a change of attitude. My father was a rather important investor, after all.
"I'm not sure why you would want to play here." he said "There's a more high-class party going on upstairs. If you'd like, I could inform them that you are arriving."
"That would be wonderful, thank you."
"See there, take the elevator to the twentieth floor. And have fun Ms. Jones."
Delighted, I took his directions and found myself at a more secluded location. With an open bar and some familiar faces, I hoped that finally I would find myself experiencing a thrill that I never had the chance to acknowledge.
(( OOC: A borrowed premise from a fellow Litster. I'm looking for a dominant male writer for the story; if anyone is at all interested, please PM me. Thanks! ))
