(Her name is Dahlia. She’s a seemingly innocent and sweet girl you meet at a dance club. She’s just a typical girlie you’d meet. She’s a college graduate, majoring in nursing. She’s also developed a love for the weekend party nights. However, nobody ever seems to acknowledge her… strange, isn’t it?)

you enter your favourite dance club on a late Saturday night. With your favourite jacket on you get ready to spend the night dancing and drinking… maybe you can pick up a girl tonight? Who knows. After about an hour of partying you see a girl standing near the wall, softly nodding her head to the music… she’s really cute. You should talk to her. She’s completely alone and doesn’t seem to be with anyone. So you approach her. With a slight stumble you walk over to the cute blue girl. She looks up at you as you get close.

— Can I help you, sir?

she says in an almost disgustingly sweet voice. But it does ring in your ears in a beautiful way, like a sirens call you can’t help but get closer to her