All she knew was that she couldn't quite hear what they were saying, she could just feel the rumble of their voices, her back rubbing against the rough fabric. Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" was reverberating throughout the floor, the fin de siecle of fuck me music. She wasn't quite sure how she got here; her eyes were a little unfocused, her mind fucked up by the booze and drugs. She had always heard it was all-you-can-eat in Las Vegas, but she hadn't expected this. Their hands were all over her, pulling, soothing, exciting and this was all she wanted.