#fallout nv verse tbt.

[relamb]

"Okay," she hauls with a bit of hesitation. Holes scatter the end of her duster, dirt stains the button up tucked into faded jeans. Fashion is of no concern where survival takes importance; but the wanderer will entertain the thought. "Where exactly is your museum then?"

" Not at all, " she says with a laugh. " Good question, though. " She turns with a sway of her hips. " It's more of a museum at this point, " she adds. " By the time tourists make it to the second floor, they're completely outta caps. "

She looks back over her shoulder. " I'd like to dress you up. "

[relamb]

A hand reaches into the left pocket of her duster, shuffling through collected junk before it finds the carton of cigarettes. They fiddle, settling on one before Acacia lights it up and takes a drag.

She's standing in the streets only taking it all in. The glimmering fluorescents provide a nauseating sense of comfort to Acacia. She once managed to get her hands on a fake passport to the strip. What kind of person wants to spend money for entry somewhere? she'd say to herself. The reality was she wanted inside the Securitron guarded gates: to see what laid beyond, what the whispers of House and co. were about.

Ultimately, it was disappointing. The sin-filled casinos of New Vegas starkly juxtaposed to destitute streets on the opposite end. She almost couldn't stomach it, and yet, you'd rather find yourself protected than at the hands of scoundrels.

A voice calls out and Acacia turns her head to attention. A compliment is extended and Acacia gives a smile, though it falters at the mention of a shop. Something similar to kindness remains. but she's no fool. She knows how these things go. "Does it cost money to look?"

⌈ audrey | @relamb ⌋

Audrey doesn't leave the Ultra-Luxe very often. It's technically against their contract with Mr. House, outside of meetings and emergencies, but the Securitrons aren't advanced enough to recognize them without a mask. She's not the only one who makes her escapes; every family on the Strip has their own espionage operation.

Each casino has its own charms that keeps gamblers in and leaves the others with one less patron. Sometimes an undercover Chairman might throw a fit about unfair odds or an Omerta will start a fight with an unsuspecting Wastelander. The White Gloves are, of course, far more subtle in their little excursions- the fear of missing out is their bread and butter.

Her purposes are less vindictive, however. The only issue with The Diamond is that it's located on the second floor of the Ultra-Luxe. No one ever makes it that far unless they're staying the night. She can't have that, so she dolls herself up as nicely as she can, puts on her very best dress, and turns up the charm. Time to advertise.

Outside of Gommorah, she notices an interesting-looking stranger make her way through the gate. Oh, this one might be perfect. She waits for the woman to come a bit closer before she sets off in her direction, putting on her best smile. " Aren't you a pretty thing? " she says as she approaches. " Oh, your eyes... I have just the thing back at my shop! "