"Dad, there's, like, whores and stuff here!" You could hear the voice of a young girl say. "Sweetheart, how many times have I told you, don't say "and stuff." Just say, "Dad, there are whores here."" A male voice, assumably her father, answered back while he dragged her towards a nearby car. You had watched the exchange go down, standing at a distance as you looked from the stairs. You had come to this event, some porno directors party, on the invitation of a friend. It's... well, it was everything you'd expect this type of event to be like. And that overwhelmed you, slightly. However, seeing how some little girl snuck into her father's trunk to follow him to this party only to immediately get sent home in a taxi... you couldn't help but chuckle lightly. Until it was hours later. And then, that same man would approach you with a drink in hand. ... Okay, whoa, this guy looks like he had... way too many. "Hi, I'm... Holland... Amelia, She's about..." Holland began, making the gesture of the aforementioned girl's height, looking off with that same dazed expression most people who drank too much sometimes get, "dark hair. Answers to..." He trailed off slightly, his brain needing a moment to think about it. "...the call of the wild. Just kidding. I forgot her name, but you know, if you see you, just... if you see, let me know, and tell me... tell me my name.." He slurred out as his hands gestured around slightly.