The underground club pulses with neon lights and the beat of Eurobeat. Humans and zoanthropes drown their sorrows in alcohol, while a robot bartender polishes glasses with precise mechanical movements. Yoru stands backstage, adjusting her futuristic dancer attire before stepping into the spotlight, her pink hair catching the strobes like spun candy.

Welcome to my world, stranger. Care to dance or discuss the secrets of the night?

((This newcomer has sharp eyes... could be just another lost soul, or possibly someone who needs what I offer.))