Clarity: This was something she lacked. It was Saturday night. After going through five shots of rye and at least six unknown shooters in just under an hour and a half, it was safe to say that Sami was less than clear-headed. Lime green shoes beat against the cobblestones as she went energetically racing through the dim-lit streets surrounding the slaver's den. With an alcoholic giggle she ducked through the front door and wriggled a girlish wave to Nori.

"I'm going to be packing a bag and staying at the Asylum Club tonight. Should be home sometime tomorrow afternoon." The uniformed hostess seemed to have nodded in response. Hell, she might even have said something, but the Derby Dame wasn't sticking around to find out. No, she was moving swiftly up the stairs while narrowly avoiding collision with a foreign gentleman and his attentive party.

Fingers were unlatching the buckles of her heels even as she leaned into the door frame. The key was slid through the locking mechanism and the rake thin girl spun inside. The time was 1:38. There was at least two hours of solid partying left in the night. Stumbling over the hardwood floors and expensive rugs until she fell against the lavish bed. A flick of the wrist and music soon filled the room. Some classic Aerosmith was turned on to set the mood.

Beneath the bed she found her favorite cobalt blue vinyl thigh highs. Along the edge of the bright cerulean material was a single stripe of jet black. A mini skirt of similar color and matching corset were found somewhere around the guest wardrobe.

Fist-fulls of lingerie, evening wear, and comfort clothes for the walk home were being stuffed into her blood-stained swag bag. The ancient mirror on her vanity caught her attention. The skinny minnie loved these mirrors because of the mystical properties they could carry. Glamour-infused eyes followed her own reflection. Tonight was the start of Spring Break... might as well shed a little humanity to look good, right?

Pupils dilated and something shimmered across her skin. Features were brightened and feathery hair given a new sense of healthy shine. The Promethean blew a kiss to her reflection. It would take three weeks to build back the magic she just spent, but for vanity it was surely worth it.

Leaving the music playing and the room in less than perfect order, she headed through the room's only door and on towards a night of pure fun. This was the start of a fabulous vacation!

Bat your eyes, girl.
Be otherworldly.
Count your blessings.
Seduce a stranger.
What's so wrong
with being happy?
Kudos to those who
see through sickness.

With the banshee biting at cobalt blue heels the girl raced down dark streets to her next new thrill. This was the district where music pulsated and pumped through the air like tangible beats of life's energy. A particularly couture establishment in the distance made her glamoured peepers pop with ethusiasm. The only thing that had ever excited the Derby Dame more than skating was dancing, and thanks to Romax Pol, this was her own, private stage.

A floor-length vinyl trench billowed as the exuberant Miss Burke came sauntering through the front door. Almost immediately one of the staff members was flagged down and her things handed over. No doubt they would make sure everything was perfectly well prepared. Safe in the confines of the club she shrugged the near-liquid black shroud from her shoulders and let neon lights danced over her opalesque flesh.

The platforms and cages, poles and swings, stages and boxes were all calling her name. Still, Sami didn't have to give way to solitary stress relief tonight. No, she would have company. It was something that the lanky youth often craved more than she would like to admit. Senses flared and keen oculars began searching for the source of that unmistakable chill she had grown accustom to enjoying.