She had her passport, but no one checked it as she pushed the heavy doors and stepped through the looking glass into wonderland. The club looked just like the google image search had said it would, but there was no way she could have been prepared for how it felt. it almost knocked her over, the smell. Fruity alcohol and sweat, smoke from the dry ice machine stale and weird against her nose and heat. It was so warm, like going into the reptile house in a zoo, and just as weird and colourful.

For a few moments, she just stood there, not sure where to go or what to do. This was probably a mistake, but she was desperate. She had to do something to prove she wasn't whatever they kept saying she was. A prude? Frigid? Shut in? Crazy cat lady? Whatever...

"Eep..." She squeaked as she pushed past a few bodies to try and find a clear space where she could watch the lights and music.