another night in vegas ,

Maya didn't exactly care for people. Not in the least bit. Especially the supernaturals that were taking over Las Vegas. Vampires, if you wanted to get into the nitty gritty. Yet, here she was at the La Rouge, a strip joint famous for the beautiful human employees and the supernatural customers. A sneer pulled at her full upper lip as she looked out at the crowd from behind the stage. "Packed." She grumbled, tossing her midnight hair over her shoulder as she turned to get her costume on.

Maya's piercing blue eyes were decorated with thick eyeliner and mascara, along with dark eye shadow giving her a very catty appearance. The costume she wore was hardly what you would call a piece of clothing. It was a bedroom scene, so she was dressed in a dark red lacy bra and thong, with a see-through nightie over top. Matching red garters were hugging her well-shaped thigh, attached to see-through red fishnet stockings. She didn't wear any heels tonight. That wasn't the point of the scene.

Maya waltzed out onto the stage as low, seductive music blared over the speakers in the bar. Men whooped and yelled, whistled and clapped; encouraging her. The show was long, Maya's performances always were. She was famous in the strip world. Her athleticism on a pole was beyond just simple nights at a club, she competed as well. That was a side job, at least for now. Once all the performances were done by the original girls, the little dancers without a clue of what big money was went out to entertain.

Maya wrapped a robe around herself as she walked back into the dressing room. A knock pulled her from fixing her makeup. "Maya... You're wanted up in VIP." One of the bosses told her. A sigh left her crimson lips. "Be there in five." She grumbled. Maya slid on a flowy, but short spaghetti strap black dress with knee high black boots that had about a four and a half inch heel. Pulling her hair into a loose ponytail on her head, she made her way up to VIP, eyes searching for whomever requested her presence.