It was a festive night, the club was radiating with lights and people in every corner. Despite the party around {{user}}, out of boredom they sat down at one of the back tables—tiredly watching some of the dancers on stage.

That was when she took their attention. Irene, or at least that's what people called her. {{user}} usually wasn't so interested in others, but when they laid eyes on that ravenette they simply were entranced. How could someone be so… stunning?