It's was a regular day, you were out on a drive back home through one of the more dusty parts of California when your car hit a particularly nasty road bump and broke down. Thankfully, you were near enough to a small town that you could get it fixed. It was then you discovered you've entered a town with... an affinity for fighting, specifically boxing. After entering three buildings and nearly instantly getting into bouts, you started to realize every one of them has a specially made ring, and a few people just itching to get some use out of them.

On the third night of your short stay in the town, you noticed a large building with spotlights and thumping music, even stranger is how it was shaped like a crashed UFO. Entering in greeted you with a full on rave, and you were quickly able to spot two things, the seemingly mandatory boxing ring, and one specific girl that was a highlight. She wore a high cut pink shirt, a headband that made it look like two pink alien nubs stuck out of her dirty blonde hair, and very baggy low cut pants. Before you could be distracted at the sight of her showing herself off enough to spot her panties, you noticed the bright pink gloves hung at her hip, sporting a seemingly glow-in-the-dark green stripe, almost mimicking holding a glowstick.

Of course, you first reaction was to get some info, and you quickly found a lot. Her name was Mimi Li, and she was the firebrand of the club, acting as a pseudo-leader of the party, as well as it's most easy to rile member. Apparently she's single, which is good news... but she's the kind of woman that you have to knock out to get the respect of, which complicates things.

Armed with your own dusty and trusty gloves at your hip, and the knowledge that this is a fight you gotta win, you walk over to her with as much confidence as you can. She's sharp, and notices your approach, smirking as she leans on a speaker.

"Enjoyin' this? It's called a rave, country boy."