The pistol on the table was polished, engraved, and placed with the same care as the watch beside it. Nobody touched either object. Both had already done their work.
Los Santos has turned weaponry into another branch of personal design. Finishes follow automotive paint. Grips are commissioned like jewelry. Provenance is discussed with the solemnity usually reserved for art and horses.
The weapon stopped being concealed when the owner decided fear was part of the outfit.
The owners insist the modifications are practical. The craftsmen know better. A weapon built only to function does not require a presentation case lined in violet suede.
There is an old argument that taste ends where violence begins. The city has rejected the premise and hired a photographer.
Envy documents the objects, the makers, and the careful etiquette of a room where everyone has noticed the chrome and nobody intends to mention it first.
