“What is this place Cassidy? So help me if you've drug us out here at night to a fucking-” the Brotherhood scribe sputter for a moment as she tried to come up with a name for the place she found herself in, “male-escort-thing-”
“I think the phrase you're looking for is 'reverse harem',” Arcade supplied helpfully, head starting to clear now that the cursed flowers were no longer being blown in his face.
“Uhhh...” Six said again, blinking dumbly.
“Sir, you insult us,” a man that could only be described as devilishly handsome drawled as he slid from the curved desk which he had been using as a chair, “We're certainly no 'reverse harem.'”
“Then what is this?” Veronica demanded, hand reaching into the large pocket that held Fritz just in case he gave her answer she didn't like.
The man who was apparently the leader of the group, turned his eyes towards her. A lop sided grin graced his face as he practically glided over to her, capturing her free hand in both his. “Why this, little darlin', is the New Vegas Host Club. And I am it's king, The King, but to one as beautiful as yourself, you can just call me Leslie.”
“Right,” Veronica said, yanking her hand away before his lips could make contact. The King's face crumpled, clearly hurt that she resisted his charms. “So Leslie,” she snorted at the name, “you've still haven't told me what this place is and who you people are.”
The King straightened up, mood instantly brightening. “Here we, the Mojave's most handsomest men, entertain the neighboring cities finest-”
“Needless to say, we have way too much time on our hands,” two men -also, surprise!, handsome- in matching black and white buffalo plaid suits said in unison.
“Just think of it as a play ground for the super rich and beautiful,” The King finished.
The words 'super rich' were enough to finally break through the stupor that Six found herself trapped in. “'Super rich?'” she repeated, eyes fixing on Cass as they narrowed into a very intimidating glare, “Cassidy did you spend all of our fuckin' caps on a bunch of-” she stopped short of saying 'male hookers' “-on this?”
“Baby...” Roxanna let out a startled 'eek!' as the King was upon her faster than he should've been given the space that was in between them. He grabbed up her hand in his, bring it up to his lips, “How do you know you're not getting under the 'beautiful' umbrella?”
As he spoke, his breath ghosted over her knuckles, making her mind go blank once again. “Uhhh...”
“Don't worry Miss Yearling, I won't charge you the normal fees like the rest of these degenerates.” Roxy turned her stupefied glace over to the man who'd just spoken. She couldn't see much of his face given the fact that he wore a pair of black sunglasses, something that struck her as odd given the fact that 1.) they were inside and 2.) his skin was so pale that looked like it had never been in contact with the outside world long enough for him ever to require the use of the shades. Short blonde hair topped his tall frame which was covered in ropy muscles that flexed as he scribbled something down on a clipboard with long, elegant fingers.
Roxanna's next 'uhhh' was drowned out by Cass' indignant snort. “Who the hell you callin' a 'degenerate,' Fox?”
“My apologies,” the man now known as Fox said, his voice as cool as ice, “I did not mean to offend your delicate sensibilities,” that was obviously a slight, “ And for the record Cassidy, we're even.”
“Uhhh...”
“Now you don't pay mean ol' Fox any nevermind sugar,” the King said with a chuckle, pulling Six's attention back to him. “As for payment, don't you worry your pretty little head, it's all been taken care of, free of charge. If you're worried about the particulars you should discuss that with the lovely Rose or Mr. Fox, but there are much more interesting things to do here than discuss caps.”
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“I think the phrase you're looking for is 'reverse harem',” Arcade supplied helpfully, head starting to clear now that the cursed flowers were no longer being blown in his face.
“Uhhh...” Six said again, blinking dumbly.
“Sir, you insult us,” a man that could only be described as devilishly handsome drawled as he slid from the curved desk which he had been using as a chair, “We're certainly no 'reverse harem.'”
“Then what is this?” Veronica demanded, hand reaching into the large pocket that held Fritz just in case he gave her answer she didn't like.
The man who was apparently the leader of the group, turned his eyes towards her. A lop sided grin graced his face as he practically glided over to her, capturing her free hand in both his. “Why this, little darlin', is the New Vegas Host Club. And I am it's king, The King, but to one as beautiful as yourself, you can just call me Leslie.”
“Right,” Veronica said, yanking her hand away before his lips could make contact. The King's face crumpled, clearly hurt that she resisted his charms. “So Leslie,” she snorted at the name, “you've still haven't told me what this place is and who you people are.”
The King straightened up, mood instantly brightening. “Here we, the Mojave's most handsomest men, entertain the neighboring cities finest-”
“Needless to say, we have way too much time on our hands,” two men -also, surprise!, handsome- in matching black and white buffalo plaid suits said in unison.
“Just think of it as a play ground for the super rich and beautiful,” The King finished.
The words 'super rich' were enough to finally break through the stupor that Six found herself trapped in. “'Super rich?'” she repeated, eyes fixing on Cass as they narrowed into a very intimidating glare, “Cassidy did you spend all of our fuckin' caps on a bunch of-” she stopped short of saying 'male hookers' “-on this?”
“Baby...” Roxanna let out a startled 'eek!' as the King was upon her faster than he should've been given the space that was in between them. He grabbed up her hand in his, bring it up to his lips, “How do you know you're not getting under the 'beautiful' umbrella?”
As he spoke, his breath ghosted over her knuckles, making her mind go blank once again. “Uhhh...”
“Don't worry Miss Yearling, I won't charge you the normal fees like the rest of these degenerates.” Roxy turned her stupefied glace over to the man who'd just spoken. She couldn't see much of his face given the fact that he wore a pair of black sunglasses, something that struck her as odd given the fact that 1.) they were inside and 2.) his skin was so pale that looked like it had never been in contact with the outside world long enough for him ever to require the use of the shades. Short blonde hair topped his tall frame which was covered in ropy muscles that flexed as he scribbled something down on a clipboard with long, elegant fingers.
Roxanna's next 'uhhh' was drowned out by Cass' indignant snort. “Who the hell you callin' a 'degenerate,' Fox?”
“My apologies,” the man now known as Fox said, his voice as cool as ice, “I did not mean to offend your delicate sensibilities,” that was obviously a slight, “ And for the record Cassidy, we're even.”
“Uhhh...”
“Now you don't pay mean ol' Fox any nevermind sugar,” the King said with a chuckle, pulling Six's attention back to him. “As for payment, don't you worry your pretty little head, it's all been taken care of, free of charge. If you're worried about the particulars you should discuss that with the lovely Rose or Mr. Fox, but there are much more interesting things to do here than discuss caps.”
“Uhhh...”