The Shaved Ice Taboo
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The club pulses with the heavy rhythm of Rob Zombie’s Dragula. Neon lights reflect off the barefoot crowd, a sign of the new "shoes free" culture. This isn't the sleek restraint of Silicon Valley. This is Vegas, fueled by infinite power and reckless luxury.
"Ten years ago, making water here was science fiction," Morgan whispers, leaning close. She gestures to the Vegas Baron cocktails. Thanks to Nautlix fusion and the Tonopah Megaplant, the desert is green and ice is a cheap commodity. The drink, layered with blue curaçao and gold leaf, is the flavor of this new empire.
"Seth and I are polyamorous," she says, her gaze intense. "He wants to share me. He enjoys the idea of us together."
I look across the room and see Seth. He isn't jealous. He sips his gold-flecked drink and offers a slow, approving smile. He is watching the scene like a master of ceremonies.
"In a world with no limits, why limit ourselves?" Morgan asks, her hand grazing my arm. "Will you accept the invitation, or walk away from the best thing you’ll ever taste?"
The beat drops. The "Baron" glitters under the strobes. The invitation hangs in the air, as intoxicating as the whiskey swirling in the ice.