Lights Out!: Skye

The door slams behind you, but you can barely tell, from the heart-pounding bass pumping throughout the building. The dark atmosphere is filled with electronic beats and coiling fog, punctuated by laughs and shouts to and from the patrons to their 'waitresses'. Blacklights and neon strips line the floor, tables, and walls, balancing darkness and that energy you need to let loose.

You're guided to your booth, deep in the back, past groups of cackling catgirls, scantily-clad anthros, and more normal folk that are ogling everyone passing by, or lost in their own drinks and make-out sessions. Sliding into the booth, it's not long until your own waitress arrives, one you haven't had a chance to meet until now: Skye, one of the most popular girls in the house.

Her bubbly voice and smile hits you first, followed soon after by the bright fluids flowing around under her skin, shining under the blacklights. Her cleavage is exposed under her faux-cloth schoolgirl outfit, skin-tight to her college-girl-gone-wild curves. "Hiya! Welcome to Lights Out! I'm Skye, and today's your lucky day~!" she says, bending over to hand you a simple, glow-in-the-dark menu. "I'm in a good mood, so all my 'services' are on the table for you, sugar. And that's a lot of options~"