[div=border: 1px solid black; height: 418px; padding: 4px;][div=position: relative; width: calc(100% - 0px); height: 418px; overflow: hidden; background-color: transparent; padding: 0px;][div=width: 100%; padding-right: 150px; height: 100%; overflow-y: scroll;][div=padding: 0px; line-height: 15px;] The Crépuscule was popping, but that shouldn't be surprising? It was the most popular Showgirl club in the city, and no one could resist sneaking out for the night just to see those girls dance.
Since the shows didn't open till the sun was gone, the streets of Vegas were burning bright with florescence lights and buzzing with the activity of drunken adults. If one inhaled too deeply, the smell of piss and vomit would flood their senses. But enough booze could cover that scent right back up! Anyone with a lick of sense was inside by now, as the shows were all in full swing and the bars were popping. Amateur T.V crews prowled the streets to film drunken groups, hoping to blow up on social media as the one who filmed the next idiot. It was a dangerous business for most, but the tourists were the most likely victims.
Unless your name was Sierra Godwin. Then you'd surely be the victim tonight.
No one had checked on her yet. She wasn't set to perform until later that evening, but the time was rapidly approaching. Her dressing room was sealed shut, and the pounding music of the dance routines and the rumbling of the guests had covered up the sounds of foul play. No gunshot was heard, but there didn't seem to be a bullet wound either. Her body, however, was very lifeless. A broken vanity, and a twisted ankle. Was it just an accident? Surely not, her eyes are rolled back into her head and her mouth is opened in a gaping scream. It wouldn't be long until she was found.
But what exactly would happen when they did find her body? Who would find it, and what would they do? All the other girls were just getting off stage, surely one of them would check in.