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Post by Isobel O'Conner on Jul 15, 2011 12:11:01 GMT -5
Las Vegas. City of the shiney lights. City of guilty pleasures.
City of the SPARKLIES!
Standing outside the huge casino, Isobel O'Conner checked her reflection in the glass and then grinned. Dressed in a form hugging silk dress with a slit high enough to spark a mans imagination and heels that showed off her well turned legs, the little Valkyrie knew she was looking good. In a city like this, it would never do to blend into the background, at least most of the time, and she enjoyed the play on her senses the game gave her. It was like cat nip to a kitten and chocolate to a child. Entirely to wicked for a creature such as herself to resist.
Not with the promise of glittering treasures at the end of the game.
A casual glance around and then the beauty was on the move. With purposeful steps, she swept through the held doors like a woman on a mission and gave the attendant a wicked smile. As the young man gazed at her as if spell bound, she let a soft laugh trickle over her shoulder and sashayed towards the lobby that lead to the hotel connected to the casino.
All the way, her keen gaze swept the tables and took in what looked ripe for the plucking and what booths were under close regard. Not that any mere surveillance would stop her if she truly wanted to fleece the tables but they were simply to much hassle when there were other, easier targets.
However, she wasn't here for that at the moment. She was after much bigger.. Much BETTER stakes. She was here to pull off the job of a century. A job that promised the mother load of all stakes and a bright bobble that would be a trophy in anyones treasure.
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