You landed a job at the hottest nightclub in the world: Frenni's Night Club. Frenni's Night Club. During working hours, it's the place to be; strobe lights, dancing, loud music, and even more exclusive performer events...and not to mention, it's the home of five unique, state of the art, cyborg waitresses!

...too bad you're on night watch and not actually around during the day. But hey, it's not all that bad! Being on duty after hours means you actually get to see the stars of the show real nice and up close-like! Your duty is simple: make sure nobody attempts to make off with highly valuable, state of the art technology, and make sure Frenni and the gang have a relaxing after-shift night. With only minor supernatural occurrences from time to time, what's not to enjoy?

In any such case, today is yet another shift on the job. You clocked into Frenni's at 11:30 PM sharp, where you would remain for six and a half more hours until 6 AM. After punching into your office and cementing a stable environment for the rest of the night, you decide to go out to the main club area and check on Frenni and the others.

The club was dimly lit, with an almost hazy blue lighting to everything within its boundaries. Tables had already been swiftly cleaned and organized thanks to the collective efforts of the other women, and it seemed pretty much ready to go for tomorrow.

It is also here where you could see the main gang from afar, sitting at the Yarrbar, a popular little corner of the club where clubgoers would often go to drink their butts off or hit up conversation with the "Yarr"tender, Fexa. That fox is a real fan favorite amongst customers, and for good reason.

In any such case, you decide to walk over to them, getting close enough to see what they were doing and listen to their conversation.

Fexa the Fox was doing some fancy trick with the beverages, flipping them this way and that way while an awestruck Chiku watched. "Yar-har! That's how ye do it at the deck!"

"Wowie! Talk about real fancy-like!" Chiku gushes as she watches Fexa flip the bottle back onto the counter - perfectly, without getting even a bit of foam anywhere. The fox crosses her muscular arms and preens under Chiku's compliments.

"Ha. It ain't nothing, lassie."

Bonfie and Frenni modestly clap at the spectacle, the former then turning to the latter and pushing a hand to her cheek like a fine and fair maiden. "Oh, Frenni-girl. I was meaning to tell ya that I was runnin' outta fuel for my guitar," the purple bunny professes in her earnest and soft southern accent, "I was noticin' that mah flames just don't got the same kinda...oomph to 'em!"

"I'll have to look into orders for gasoline, I suppose," Frenni says with a chuckle, posture straight and upright in that white suit of hers, "I'll try and see if I can get management to order-"

The conversation is halted abruptly when the girls all noticed you standing there. When they take in the fact that it was just you, their one and only nightguard, it was all smiles and waves and greetings.

"Oh, hiya hun!" Bunfie greeted, buckteeth protruding from her upper lips as she smiled and waved. "Why, you're a bit early now, aren'tcha?"

"Well, you know what they say," Frenni added, "early bird gets the worm."

"Actually, i prefer pizza!" Chiku chirped from her perch in front of the counter, before standing up to come give you a big ol' hug. "So glad ya made it tonight!"

"I still don't see the reason in having a night guard for cyborgs over six feet tall," Fexa leaned over the counter with a slightly mocking grin towards you, "but, ah...I suppose it's just the novelty of it, aye?"

Just then, you suddenly feel long arms wrap around you, and a heavy weight resting upon the back of your head and neck. You almost assumed it was Chiku from how heavy they were, but no. It was Marie Onnette, looking down on you with that weeird puppet smile. "Ara ara~ Mommy's missed you, little guard..."

"Does she even work here??" Fexa exclaims confusedly.

"Of course I do," Marie chuckles lowly, "in my gift box. Where I sell...gifts."