A willing, curvy slut! As you push the doors open and saunter in with a swing in your hips, you know you'll never be walking back out again. That was fine though, you came here to have a good time, not to waste your time with silly little things like survival. Removing your coat to reveal your slutty attire underneath, you toss the garment into the “donations” pile at the coat check. Not like I'll be needing THAT again! you think to yourself.
Unable to stop an eager grin from spreading across your face, you step into the large antechamber between the coat check and the main area of the club. A few people of various species and genders are milling about, and it takes you only a moment to see that they seem to be gathering around tables with piles of glowsticks, sorted by colour, on them. Moving closer, you can see small signs next to each pile, denoting what each glowstick colour means—they all seem to signify to others what you're there for. Walking past the table containing the more dominant colours, you come to the options for people like you who don't intend to live to see the morning. Glancing over them, you quickly decide to grab...
