<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v50/BriarRose/RP%20Characters/Reel%20Peeples/4f7e8a87-1105-4493-97b9-3c029eb6890c_zps70265bce.jpg)</div>With something like fascinated disgust, Kamala eyed the signs for the different clubs, wondering first if Temptation was entirely appropriate for a 'family friendly' establishment, and second why there was a need for two different strip clubs. What about the people who wanted to watch the dancers<em>together</em>? The sexually charged atmosphere in Vegas was a bit overwhelming; the city seemed to be taking its -of Sin moniker seriously. Did her research firm seriously pick a place with gender segregated titty bars? Well, one titty bar, and one...other. Temptation it was.<br/><br/>Of course, once the decision was made, something arrived to change her mind. Some<em>one</em>, really. Kamala saw the younger man and froze like a deer in headlights. He didn't look inhuman, but he had an aura to him. Feeling Fate knocking at her front door, she fingered the heavy bracelet around her wrist and considered whether or not she should answer the door, or pretend she's not at home. Her feet began moving toward him, but then she changed her mind and started toward the bar. A few steps later, she changed direction again and headed back to the elevator. The Cosmo would have to wait; her room seemed the safest bet.<br/><br/>Guilt caught up to her before she reached the elevator, however. Her father's face floated to the surface of her mind's eye. "It would be wide not to fight it," he had said. Did running count the same as fighting? Her steps faltered, and she came to a stuttering halt. Could it be that while she had been waiting for Fate to show its ugly face, it had already whisked her away to play a part in someone else's story? Running suddenly seemed selfish and ill-advised. A final time, Kamala's feet changed direction, and she turned back to the front desk.