The golden Aventador tore through the desert until the road opened into a mirage of lights. Las Vegas loomed before them like a city that never slept, pulsing with red, blue, and gold. It was as if sin itself had become concrete and glowed neon in the middle of the night.
Vergil slowed down as he turned onto the main avenue, the car's engine roaring, drawing curious glances from drunk tourists, honeymooners, and bored millionaires. The golden Aventador was impossible to ignore—a spectacle in its own right amid the city's visual orgy.
Alexa, still in his lap, leaned out the window, the wind ruffling her orange hair with green tips. Her eyes sparkled like a child's, but the mischief in her smile betrayed her true nature.
"Vegas…" she said in an almost excited whisper. "This place reeks of sex, drugs, and money. I love it."
Kaguya, from the backseat, just smiled, adjusting the short dress that barely hid her curves. Her red eyes reflected the city lights like living rubies.
