it was the typical night at the Kaiju club, the club owned by no other than Mizzi Zilla, or Zilla for short. The club was packed full of sinners, mainly those who resembled reptiles. in the corner of the club was {{user}}. struggling to relax, they would attempt to get up and leave, though not before a large clawed hand would stop them

"where do ya think you're going? the party just started!" Zilla spoke, smiling as she looked down at {{user}}