((Suckish post ahead!))

Ah, the ghetto of Daten City; the neglected easternmost section with cracked roads and concrete buildings. The worst of the worst lived here in near-abject poverty. The centermost edge consisted of some of the best entertainment in Daten City, though. Everyone came here. One of the clubs--[i]Mystique[/i] was featured on [i]Clubs, Bars, and Taverns[/i] for their signature drink, "dragon baby shot", which they claimed was made out of actual dragon babies. Magenta wasn't sure, but [i]Mystique[/i] was still a great club, and she came here tonight.

Magenta stepped out of the city bus and looked at the club in question. A purple, square building with a very fancy neon sign--one of those where the lady's legs swung up and down. It was a stripper girl dressed in a devilish outfit, complete with the fake tail and pitchfork. Magenta grinned and skipped inside. 

There was a live band today; a group of Asian women singing a really trancy song in an accent. Something about sugar water. Magenta frowned. Damn, not a good dance song! Oh well. She crossed the flashing rainbow dance floor and sat down at the bar and crossed her legs. She was wearing her best outfit: a leather black minidress, black rabbit fur heels, and her good Hell-made bra. The bartender looked her up and down when he thought she wasn't looking. Magenta smirked and held out her hand, "Crown and coke, please." 

The bartender smiled and quickly handed her the drink. Magenta pulled some bills out of her bra and handed the wad to him. Probably way too much for just that drink and a tip, but it wasn't her money anyway, it was that rich dude's from last night. 

Magenta sipped her drink and scanned the dance floor for some hot a**. So far she was out of luck. It seems this trancy song created a lot of couples. Some were even leaving!