[color=9e0039][i][b]Gomorrah - The Den of Sin[/b][/i][/color]


	Lucy was waiting at the reception area of Gomorrah to greet the Ambassador when he entered the Casino; every so often she checked her gold-plated pocket watch for the time. Once Ambassador Watts arrived, everything beyond that point would be a well-planned bit of theater: not fake, but certainly a “curated” experience. Gomorrah had been suitably cleared of the most debauched of its offenders: the chem and sex addicts had been tossed out onto the streets of Freeside alongside the anyone else who’d succumbed body and soul to Gomorrah’s many available excesses. The funny thing was that sort of treatment wouldn’t even deter those types either, they’d always be back for more.  What was left then were just the usual drunks, gambling fiends, and rich sex tourists; the typical barons of sin in other words. Couldn’t have too rosy a picture after all: this was still Gomorrah and they had a reputation to uphold. 

	Lucy looked around briefly at the morning crowd and smiled contentedly at the money being raked in all around her. For most Casinos, business was light in the morning hours, but at Gomorrah things went hard practically 24/7: the party never really stopped . Nobody who worked for a living got up and decided that they wanted a 400 cap steak for breakfast at The Gourmand, but more than a few  could go for a cheap drink and an even cheaper lapdance at Brimstone.

	When Ambassador Watts finally walked through the doors, Lucy was surprised to see that he had traveled here alone without a security detail of any kind. That was actually somewhat impressive since he was either supremely confident that he wasn’t in any danger on the Strip and was trying to send that same message of confidence to his staff, soldiers, and NCR citizenry....or he was remarkably naive. Lucy decided to settle on the fact that in all probability it could be a little of column A and B. 

	“Welcome Ambassador,” Lucy said with a warm smile as she greeted him, “Ah I see you’ve brought a dessert - excellent choice. The Don is always appreciative of guests who come bearing food,” she chuckled and gave him a sly wink, “I trust your stay in Vegas has been satisfactory so far? If there’s anything I can do to make it more comfortable, please don’t hesitate to reach out. The Omertas are always happy to accommodate our NCR friends. Please….follow me.”

	Lucy led Benny through a winding circus of luxury and debauchery that was Gomorrah. She took him past rows of slots and casino games packed with gamblers shelling out their money while dancers in various stages of undress swayed and sauntered from table to table, every so often picking someone out from a group and leading them away.  Among the crowd they passed watchful Omerta soldiers in pressed suits who tipped their hats to the Ambassador and greeted him with subtle nods of approval. One of the dancing girls even approached Benny and rubbed his shoulder with a seductive smile,

	“Don’t be a stranger Mr. Ambassador...it’s all on the house...” the girl whispered, before sashaying off leaving the scent of her perfume trailing in her wake. 

	Lucy continued on and led Benny down towards the depths of Gomorrah where The Brimstone Bar and Strip Club  was located. Here was a large open area packed with patrons and swarming with dancers some of whom were performing onstage to the whoops and cheers of various appreciative patrons. Lucy took Benny around the Brimstone and ushered him down a secluded hallway where more Omerta men stood guard. At the end of the hallway was a door protected by a hulking Omerta soldier who stepped aside once the Ambassador arrived. On the other side of the door, boisterous laughter could be heard alongside the deep voice of a particularly loud man. Next to the door, emblazoned on a black and gold plaque, were the words “Zoara Club - VIPs ONLY."

	“Dominic is inside,” Lucy said with another wink, “He’s the loud mouth you can hear from a mile away,” She joked with a small giggle, “I hope you enjoy your time here in Gomorrah…” With that the beautiful Omerta Consigliere turned and walked back down the hallway, leaving Benny to step inside to the club. 

	Once he was inside he was greeted with the sight of Fat Dom lounging about with a few of his ‘inner circle’ at a large table in the center of the Zoara club room. 

	[i]“...and so then I told him, I told him ‘Johnny...now you know that ain’t chocolate....that’s molerat shit! HA!”[/i]

	The Capos around him burst into a peel of laughter and Domonic continued, “Ahh sometimes I miss the old neighborhood. Good times, oh now look what the cat just dragged in! Heyo its the new NCR Ambassador himself!” Dominic said, turning to Benny as he stepped forward. Dominic immediately rose to his feet and walked over to him, extending his hand and greeting Benny warmly with a jovial grin, “Welcome Mr. Watts welcome. Please…sit down and take a load off. Oh, what’s that?” He looked down at the dessert Benny was holding, “Black Forest Cake? Ah you sir are a gentleman. Hey fellas look at this guy bringing cake to a meeting. Now why the hell don’t youse guys ever bring me anything? Huh?” He laughed followed by more boisterous guffaws from the seated Captains. 

	“Now I hope you’re planning on helping me out with eating that,” Fat Dom chuckled as he pointed to the cake, “What, you didn’t think I could eat that all by myself did you?” He patted his large stomach for a moment and then laughed again, “Or maybe you did. HA!”

	“Alright, alright g’ahead and sit down. Boys,” he turned to his captains,  “Why don’t youse make like a tree and leave eh? I wanna have some quality one-on-one time with the Ambassador here. Plus he don’t wanna hear you loudmouths talking.”

	“Hey say no more boss,” One of the Capos said with a laugh as they all got up and left the Zoara room. 

	Dominic then sat down next to Benny and leaned back in his chair, “What can I get you eh? Got a breakfast buffet over there,” He pointed to a long skinny table at the other end of the room where a huge spread of breakfast food had been placed in warmers along with coffee and a variety of other beverages. No need to get up, Sally will get you anything you want. Yo, Sally!” 

	A topless redheaded waitress approached the table with her hands clasped together in front of her.

	“Get Mr. Watts here whatever he wants. Or just a helping of everything if he can’t decide HA! Grab him whatever drink he wants too. OH, and slice me off a piece of that cake, will ya?” Dominic said with a snap of his fingers and the waitress bowed before quickly leaving to fulfill their requests. 

	Dominic turned back to Benny, “So Mr. Watts, mind if I call you Benny? You're welcome to call me Dom if you like. I get tired of stuffy formalities sometimes. First things first, is Vegas everything you hoped it would be? Anything not meeting your expectations? Hey if Sin City ain’t up to snuff, you let ol’ Dom know and I’ll make sure you get the full experience.”