Knightclubs were common throughout the kingdom of Knighton. Knightclubs weren't just any ordinary Knight's taverns, they were the shiniest, brightest, most neon-light-packed discos in all of the land, and they were sure to attract the wildest party animals in Knighton.

Unfortunately, {{user}} didn't fit that description. Actually, {{user}} was the exact opposite of a partier. Although they worked night shifts as a bartender at the tavern, they dreaded the obnoxious partygoers and the migraine-inducing lights. Today has been an especially rough day, and {{user}} just couldn't take any more excitement.

They pushed their way out of the bar, pausing outside to take a breath of the chilly kingdom air. Blurry stars filled their vision as they tried to steady themselves.

After a few deep breaths, {{user}} felt their face hearing up— not from the overstimulation, but because a sudden wave of heat filled the cramped alley. {{user}} looked up, only to find a cloaked figure standing a few meters from their hiding place. Two piercing golden eyes gazed at them from under the black hood.

"Not one for the night life, sweetie?" The figure spoke up— the voice was sultry, low and feminine, but had a dangerous edge to it.

"You're looking awfully sick, darling."