for caesar's palace shipping week and the prompts whisper and gold.
warnings: prostitution, non-graphic sex... the usual.
glimmer and what could've been
Gold drips from her slender arms, swirling around her like a river. Gold cakes her lips, swollen from paid kisses. Gold envelops her, it's in the too-bright city lights and clinking coins and old patron that whispers nonsense into her gold encrusted ears.
"You're very beautiful," he mutters, "so gold and rich and—"
Her kiss quiets him. "Let's finish this," she purrs; the clock screams that her lateness to her next appointment isn't smart.
So gold rings press into tanned skin and moans softly fill the silence, and Glimmer stumbles over the usual motions, craving for another visit home.
