Chapter 8: Las Vegas Strip
"Alright, m'lady, we're in, now we just need to find that hotel."
Leo nodded to Arnold's words, feeling both pressure to find out what happened to Milran and a bit of awe at the view before her eyes. The barren desert was now behind them, giving way to a vast street, surrounded by skyscrapers with luxurious housing and establishments that only the loaded wallets could afford.
The sun was already gone, but the city's lights kept the road lit up with a flurry of vibrant colors. From cars' headlights to shiny letters and billboards trying to lure in the drivers, the shining was everywhere, leaving the night powerless. It was nice to see, since the city's atmosphere and architecture was certainly worth a look.
For a moment, Leo felt dizzy since the contrast with the desert was a bit too much. However, it didn't take the countess long to adjust and breathe in the view around her, finding joy in this moment despite her worries and concerns. While Arnold made sure to drive toward the Caesar's Palace, Leo volunteered to look around and even got up from her seat, causing the clerk to fear for her safety even more. However, she didn't care. She simply stood, holding the top of the windshield and enjoying the feeling of her mane blowing in the wind.
It quickly became clear that Leo wasn't the only one enjoying the view: the blonde's naked body was on display far more than before, causing entire crowds of people to turn their heads and admire her beauty. There were catcalls, laughs, and even some applause as the convertible drove through the busy city, lighting up the moods of all those who saw its naked passenger.
It felt like the countess was on a stage with the shining of billboards and lanterns falling on her curves, allowing the numerous spectators to see her breasts, her flat belly, and even her tight pussy in great detail. The drivers made sure to also check out the naked girl, and soon a small line formed behind the duo with everyone eager to get a nice look at Leo's athletic butt.
"Wow, no wonder they call this place sin city!" One of the passersby shouted in disbelief while his friend tried to get a picture.
"Ha, you've seen nothing yet!" Leo replied and slapped her butt like a naughty stripper, reveling in the public attention.
Arnold sighed. Now everyone and their dog knew that the countess was here, and she was completely exposed in more ways than one, meaning that one bullet would be enough to prematurely end her mission. And yet, the clerk couldn't stop admiring the naked girl for her boldness. She truly combined business with pleasure very well, and with such an attitude, it wasn't hard to imagine her being a role model for her subjects.
Their ride lasted several more minutes, with Leo posing for her spotaneous audience and not forgetting to shake both her butt and tits to "treat them with a real female beauty for once". It was clear that even if some Earthian sights have impressed her, she'll never stop viewing her cultural customs as superior. Then again, judging by all of the positive reception she was getting, maybe some of the locals agreed.
"There, I see it!" Leo's voice suddenly pierced the noisy air.
The clerk raised his head and noticed a large set of buildings in the distance. The letters on the biggest one read "Caesar's Palace," and the complex itself looked like modern and ancient architecture were blended together during its construction, as its contemporary design neighbored massive columns and acroteria.
Yet Leo furrowed her brow and grabbed the windshield harder as they approached. It wasn't a famous five-star hotel for this girl. In her eyes, it was a prison, or even a torture chamber. As soon as Arnold parked the car on the roadside, Leo jumped out of her seat and went for the main entrance so fast he could barely keep up.
Just before her bare feet could feel the hotel's floor, Leo looked down at herself and realized she looked a bit dirty. Her naked body had stains of motor oil and a coating of sand on it, probably owing to those car shenanings she did earlier. While the countess was eager to meet Milran, she realized that her look could've been by him as inappropriate, so she had to fix this. After a quick look around, Leo stopped on the Palace's fountain, a large body of water with a collection of sculptures in its center. The water poured down from the stone amphoras and animal jaws, perfect for a quick shower.
Before Arnold could say anything, the blonde walked right into the fountain, letting the flow envelop her and make her skin glisten. As Leo began her improvised shower, rubbing her alluring curves and shaking her body under the cool streams, a crowd gathered around the fountain with smiles and cameras, ready to capture this unusual tourism experience. The clerk didn't say a word, captivated by Leo's graceful movements along with all other passersby.
In five minutes, Leo had thoroughly cleaned herself and let the surrounding people see her from a wide variety of angles. Her "hostage" couldn't bring himself to look away, momentarily forgetting about the danger they were facing. He knew that most Sanflarian females wouldn't hesitate to use open bodies of water to cool off. They even had special street showers for girls and women to use on a hot day. After all, what was there to hide? Still, seeing this done in his world was unusual not only for Earthians but probably for most Sanflarian women as well.
As the countess walked back to the clerk, she turned around and pointed at her back.
"I can feel there's some sand there still, but I can't reach it. Could you clean it off?"
Arnold shouldn't have been too surprised by this request, especially considering how they spent last night, but washing this girl's back in public still made his hands tremble in delight. Without hesitation, he began rubbing Leo's back and carefully removing any sand that was still there. Some guy made a crack about how lucky Arnold was, and he felt it was true, despite all the difficulties. He got a bit carried away though and came back to his senses only when he was already rubbing Leo's buttcheeks.
"Thanks for the help, but I could've reached that place myself," the countess smirked, followed by a couple laughs from the crowd.
He removed his hands with a shy smile, and Leo retorted by splashing him with cold water. After adjusting her wet hair, the countess walked to the front entrance with her head up high. Arnold gently grabbed her arm and stepped alongside her, praying that neither of the surrounding tourists would try to shoot her. The two reached a spacious reception with a powerful AC. Arnold shivered a little while Leo kept her composure, even though her wet nipples became erect from the cold.
"What a disgrace!" A tourist woman shouted and covered her son's eyes.
"Mo-o-om, stop, I've already turned eighteen yesterday. I can look!" He protested, trying to free himself from the parental grip.
Leo replied with a scoff and turned her attention to the receptionist, a young girl who seemed equally surprised and amused. There was a couple in line before the noblewoman, but they stepped aside after seeing her piercing gaze. She didn't waste time and landed one of her legs right on the receptionist's table to assert dominance, causing the girl to blush with her exposed front, especially her vulva, perfectly highlighted by this pose.
"Alright, this can go two ways," Leo began in a seducing yet threatening tone, "you can either tell me where my cousin is, or I'll get this information myself... Along with your clothes."
The receptionist blushed even more, looking at her neat set of blouse and skirt. For a moment, Arnold became doubtful about what she was going to choose, but the nearby ICA personnel stopped their exchange before she could respond. Two broad-shouldered men ran up to Leo and urged her to talk with them on a nearby couch.
Though reluctant at first, she eventually agreed. Then came a long session of them trying to talk her out of going to Milran herself, suggesting she instead focuses on protecting herself. Leo listened to this and rolled her eyes while her legs were spread and her chest was puffed out, as if mocking ICA's concerns.
