Get the Lay of the Land

Melinda finishes unpacking, then turns her attention to the two of you.

“I say we split up and take a walk down the strip. We’ll meet back up for dinner in an hour.”

Tracy and you nod in agreement. Five minutes later you step out into the strip. Despite the waning sun the beach is still crowded. You begin to walk north, checking out the many restaurants with menus posted. Hostesses try to hustle you in.

You stroll by, ignoring them. You cross the street toward the ocean. The sound of the crashing surf and the smell of salt air relax you.

There is a large roped off area with a party that is rocking. You meander up to the entrance. A large bald black man in a suit and reflective sunglasses blocks the way. Next to her is a willowy blonde in a skin tight, expensive, black dress.

“Sorry, miss, invitation only.”

“How do I get an invite?”

“You either have to know someone, or get processed.”

“Processed?”

“Yes, just drop into a processing center, they’ll ask you a few questions and give you an invite.”

“What’s the catch?”

“Isn’t one, they’re just collecting info.”

You nod and head off. You’d like to check out the party. It would be a good place for a Succubus to operate.

You continue your walk. While the exercise is nice you don’t encounter anything else interesting. You head back toward the restaurant, to meet Tracy and Melinda.