It was a wonderful day for a Slusho. Actually, any day was a wonderful day for a Slusho. At least that was how Elle operated. She was happily slurping the red, frozen drink when she caught sight of what appeared to be a hooker in S&M gear with a striking resemblance to Christina Aguilera. Elle wrinkled her eyebrows. All in all, this was a pretty strange sight to behold, but especially during the daytime. Weren’t prostitutes specifically called ‘ladies of the night’? Elle slurped the last of her cherry Slusho and tossed it into a trash receptacle, walking over to the Xtina lookalike.
“Lost?” She asked, not looking especially concerned. Elle never considered herself to be a part of the welcoming committee unless she was welcoming sexy Russian men. Still, it would have been downright mean to ignore this girl. She needed to get inside where she wouldn’t be ogled for her provocative costume. As it was, every straight man passing by was checking her out, some a little more lewd and obnoxious than others. Normally Elle would have sat back and watched the debacle unfold like some strange television show. It would have at least been entertaining. Today was different. Today she was feeling nice.