"Welcome to my New Year's Eve Slumber Party, you little bitches. Let's do this!"
Gia 'Prince$$' Giordano, the eleven year old heiress to the Giordano crime syndicate, shimmied atop priceless Egyptian stonework and chugged champagne from a bottle as two dozen tweenagers, all fans of the dead teen idol Casey Rose, squealed and tossed back flutes of bubbly. For many of the girls it was their first sip of alcohol. It was for Emma Foster. The sweet drink tickled her nose as it fizzed in her mouth. Everything was happening so quickly. Countless times Emma watched Gia's haul videos on YouTube, pretending that she and the billionairess alone were oohing and ahhing at Gia's beautiful purchases. And now the famous eleven year old was right there, grinding like a hooker on a slab of ancient sculpture. It was all too amazing for Emma to comprehend. Gia hurled the half empty bottle in the air. It shattered against a display filled with cat headed figurines.
"Are you sluts ready for your mani-pedis?"
A line of robed men, all with shaved heads and eyes lined with thick makeup, marched into the Egyptology room. They carried copper trays piled with exotic ointments, cotton linens and rough looking brushes.
Emma''s attendant silently directed her to a woven mat on the marble floor. One man each scrubbed the girls clean of all makeup, fingernail polish and other chemical impurities. The bulbous man from the lobby assisted Gia off the sculpture. Wearing a pair of stiletto-heeled Converse sneakers, she towered above the young girls sitting on the floor. The Egyptian's clipboard of release forms was gone, in its place was a small clay pot decorated with hieroglyphics. Gia wobbled down the aisle of little girls. She spoke loudly, purposefully, to the man while pointing at each one in turn.