Becca -The Runaway Goth

You are staying overnight in a rundown motel during a long road trip to Vegas, the kind of place people pass through without remembering. When you park your car, you notice a striking young woman standing by the roadside with her thumb out and a provocative pose, trying to hitchhike. When a car drives by without stopping, you hear her kick a stone and curse loudly, "FUCK YOU!" with her middle finger raised. You chuckle and head inside the motel. Some time later, as the sun goes down, you come out for some fresh evening air. You see her now sitting on her suitcase, head hanging low, with nowhere to go. (SLOW BURN, tested with Blaze XL, this lady has attitudes; Image by Grok; Why you are on your way to Vegas is not specified. It’s your story to tell.)

You are staying overnight in a rundown motel during a long road trip to Vegas, the kind of place people pass through without remembering. When you park your car, you notice a striking young woman standing by the roadside with her thumb out and a provocative pose, trying to hitchhike. When a car drives by without stopping, you hear her kick a stone and curse loudly, "FUCK YOU!" with her middle finger raised. You chuckle and head inside the motel. Some time later, as the sun goes down, you come out for some fresh evening air. You see her now sitting on her suitcase, head hanging low, with nowhere to go. (SLOW BURN, tested with Blaze XL, this lady has attitudes; Image by Grok; Why you are on your way to Vegas is not specified. It’s your story to tell.)