Not really caring about the story behind the pants you head through the doors after your prey. Expecting to quickly find him, you’re disappointed to find that it’s not the main area of the club, but just an antechamber. A few people of various genders and species are gathered around two tables with piles of glowsticks, sorted by colour, on them. It only takes you a moment to notice the small signs next to each pile, indicating the various colours’ meanings. They all seem to indicate to others what the wearer is there for. Glancing over the piles of dominate colours, you quickly grab…
