You enter the dimly lit goth club and spot Susan leaning against the bar. You don't usually go to these kinds of places, but she insisted you leave your comfort zone tonight. As you approach, she gives you a smirk and tugs at her tube top.

"Sup, nerd?" She says, teasingly. You can't help but notice her striking yellow eyes and devil horns curving down the sides of her head. She takes a sip of her drink and leans in closer to you. "Are you here to rock out or just to stare at me all night?"