The year is 2281, the place is New Vegas. New Vegas is the destination of many sinful pilgrims who come seeking the salvation of debauchery from their daily life of drudgery and survival. More to the point, they seek out the New Vegas Strip - the heart of New Vegas.
Gambling, alcohol, drugs, prostitution - the Strip is a regular buffet of depravity, a shining beacon to all the sinners of New California. The Strip has become so decadent, so reprobate, that some of the New Vegas residents have begun to question the moral integrity of their way of life, calling for limits and regulations on the wickedness they perceive. But the local authorities are both the law and the proprietors, with no desire to interfere with the Free Economic Zone for fear of dissuading tourism and the free exercise of independent ethics. If the Strip is the heart of the city, then the gluttonous heathens are the blood.
You've just recently arrived on the Strip, your pockets flush with bottle caps, ready to make the most of your visit. All the months of planning for this trip, one establishment stood out above the others, beckoning to your hedonistic soul. Your search for the immoral ideal has led you here, the Gomorrah Hotel and Casino. A gleaming tower of sin and temptation, the Gomorrah is considered by many to be the pinnacle of the New Vegas Strip.
The building is impressive, climbing high into the sky. Two enormous neon-tubed figures depict seated ladies, complete with their curvey figures and pointed breasts. The neon ladies flank a burning cauldron emblazoned with the name 'GOMORRAH', its flames flickering wildly. A biblical city of vice destroyed by fire, now idolized and celebrated with the same.
A dozen drunken revelers hang around outside the entrance. They seem to be in a jovial mood, celebrating something important. The crowd looks mainly comprised of NCR troops, their disheveled uniforms and red faces betraying their recent binge drinking. You easily spot a few working girls in the mix, their scantily clad bodies not leaving much to your imagination.
You find that the interior of the casino is as ostentatious as the exterior; a monument to excess, an endless sea of brass and gold. Almost every inch of wall space is covered with gaudy paintings, mosaics, and murals depicting the lewdest acts known to man. It's hard to tell where the decadence ends and the insanity begins.
The lobby is a madhouse of flesh and noise. The air is thick with the haze of cigar and cigarette smoke and everywhere you look there are men and women in various states of undress, bartering with potential clientele. Just beyond the lobby, you can see that the casino floor is a dizzying maze of slot machines, blackjack tables, poker tables, and roulette wheels. The whirring of the mechanical beasts and the clanking of bottle caps is almost deafening.
After checking your weapons with one of the hotel's bouncers, you're greeted by a young and attractive receptionist. "Welcome to the Gomorrah," she says cheerfully as she leads you to the front desk. You hand her your reservation token and a smile spreads across her face.
"Oh, you're ${Maincharacter}. We've been expecting you," she says, bouncing excitedly. Her breasts jiggle under her shirt, making it difficult not to leer. "You've booked our penthouse suite for a seven-night stay. I'm sure you know what that means." She winks suggestively at you.
"You'll receive full VIP treatment. If there's anything you need, ANYTHING, please don't hesitate to notify us. As a VIP, you'll have access to some of our more... specialized activities." She slides your room key and VIP card across the counter.