"Free copy." A deep voice bellowed out.

Ivanka turned and saw a muscular black man, a white paper containing a CD in his hand. "Oh, sorry?" She asked.

"Free CD. Got some of my best shit." He said.

"Oh, it's okay. No money." She replied.

The black man eyed her up and down. "Damn girl, where is you from, Russia?" He asked.

"Czech Republic." She replied.

"You a model or somethin' over there?" He questioned.

"No but I want to be model here." She replied.

"Oh shit, is you fo real? You know who I be, right?"

Ivanka shook her head, unsure of whether she translated what he had said correctly.

"Shit, I be Tre, famous rapper up in here. You lookin' to audition? My producer's lookin' for a white girl to star in my music video." He introduced himself.

Ivanka's ears perked up at the mention of audition. She extended her hand with a smile.

"Hi. I am Ivanka Yulov. You need model, I model." She said.

Tre shook her hand and moved in closer. "Why don't you come wit me to my studio. I'll show you off to RC. He be my producer."

Ivanka nodded and Tre began leading the way. They made their way past Paris, Balleys, Bill's and Flamingo. She tried to take pictures on her phone as she walked by each, excited at the fact that she was seeing hotels from movies. Tre turned and began taking her to a shadier area towards a hotel in the back. He led her in then to the elevator and they rode up to the top. Ivanka thought they were headed to the suite but was surprised to find that once the elevator doors opened, she was staring down a darkened hallway. Tre took an immediate right and pulled out his keys. He opened the door and walked in, leaving it open for Ivanka to follow through.

"Sorry bout da mess, RC is a messy nigga." Tre said as he moved some clothes on the ground away.

"So, this is your... studio?" Ivanka asked.

Tre shook his head. "Nah girl, dis just our joint. Just needed to stop by to grab some shit."

A fat black man strolled out from one of the bedrooms wearing boxers and a hat that was on backwards. He rubbed his eyes as he saw Ivanka, surprised to see a visitor. The black man's gut hung out over his boxers, which had a large bulge next to one of his legs.

"Shit nigga, what time is it? You already callin ho-"

"Yo RC, you just wake up?" Tre interrupted the fat black man.

Tre turned and raised his arm towards Ivanka. "Dis girl here just showed up in Vegas, she lookin' to score a modelin' gig. I told her 'bout da music video we makin' for my CD. You think she be modelin' material?" Trey asked.

RC looked Ivanka up and down, taking his hat off and throwing it to a nearby couch. His eyes rolled up and down, examining every inch of her sexy body. He licked his lips as he nodded his head.

"Shit, I think we can do somethin'." RC replied as he rubbed his hands together.

Ivanka perked up as she translated parts of their conversation. It seemed that the producer was ready to give her a shot at being famous. Tre laid back on a nearby couch, grabbing a cigarette and lighting as he laid back. RC began circling Ivanka, eying her up and down, examining every inch of her luscious body.