@jacobdavenport
Date: September 2019 Location: The Venetian
It permeated in the air and clung to your clothes, hair, and skin; the sticky-sweet scent of the women at The Venetian was inescapable as they cater to a man’s every whim. There were those who have made a home out of the neon-lit pleasure place, one of them being Jacob Davenport and if the consigliere wanted to talk, he would find him there.
“When did you get back?” Abel inquired after being led to one of the VIP rooms. A woman danced on the platform, twirling around a metal pole as three others huddled around Jacob. The man knew how to utilized his privileges, he’d give him that.









