Wicked Sin Burlesque Club
LA had changed Where Celebrities use to cover the the sidewalk now were names of famous Jagers and their pilots. The Chinese theater was lousy with impersonators dressed as chibi styled Jagers and kaiju. BuenaKai was the newest celebrity religion. Wicked could remember a time where this was all to be temporary until humanity won but with he statues being erected and the merchandise selling out it seemed this was the new normal. So maybe that's why it bothered her that she was forced underground in a bone slum selling her goods when profiteering was damn near everywhere. You could go to any Rodeo Dr. boutique and buy something that looked like it came out of a kaiju yet here Wicked the the real thing and if the government didn't look away she'd be locked up.
She couldn't really complain, she was wealthy, she was healthy and business wasn't ending anytime soon. She had a gold brocade clad kingdom filled with liquor, red lights and beautiful women and underneath that she had an empire. She ran LA.
The thunder rumbled and caused the the chandeliers to shake in the Burlesque club. Wicked gave a small concerned glanced as the girl in the silk robe poised to inject a faint blue liquid above her frown line. The topless woman painting her nails looked more concerned
"It's nothing." She encouraged closing her eyes again. "Don't fuck up my nails."