You head into this underground mosh pit, seeing a bunch of beastmen partying and rocking out. As you head in closer, you see a band onstage. In the front, is a huge, musuclar dogman wearing a black tank top, a red and black lumberjack shirt tied around his waist, a pair of ripped jeans and a silver eyebrow piercing. He's playing his guitar with such skill and expertise, hyping up the crowd more. He dives into the crows, crowd surfing. As he's surfing by though, he sees you, grabbing you and picking you up immediately before he's sat down, his musuclar arms wrapped around your waist as he smirks smugly at you.

"Damn. Didn't think I'd see a showstopper like you tonight. The name's Rory, the greatest guitar player. You got a name, hot stuff?~"