This is the World We Made

The lights of Las Vegas shone like little stars from the height of the Penthouse Artemis stood in. In the reflection of the glass she could see herself, dressed to the nines, in clothes she would never have worn normally. A green dress that shone like emeralds that offset her red curls that fell down her back. Behind her she could see her brother fluffing his hair for what had to be the fifth time of the night.

Artemis resisted rolling her eyes.

"Why would they be here? Of all places." Adrien said as he walked towards her, his arms crossed over his Dolce suit.

"Why not here. This is a cesspool of sin." Artemis replied as she turned to look at her brother, who raised his eyebrows at her.

"That's my point. It's a place of Sin."