"oh god, I so fuucking hate these fuucking people and their lives." Yvvone complained as she cleaned their house. Part of being a lowly worker and maid was that she had been forced to do whatever random shit they wanted. She needed the money. She couldn't afford to make them fire her. She was just going to have to suck it up and do whatever they demanded.<br/><br/>For a brief moment when she had first turned 18, Yvvone had considered a career in adult entertainment. Her mutant powers meant that she was better at anticipating her lover's wishes and giving people what they wanted. But she had decided against it. Her powers meant that if too much lust existed in a room, like in a strip club, it could potentially overwhelm her and give her a head ache. That's why she never even went close to some of those places. She was still learning how to tune out the thoughts of others when she had to hear their every sexual urge.<br/><br/>The cleaning was finally completed by around five thirty in the afternoon. The senator still hadn't made it home, unsurprisingly. He was almost always late. Yvvone had only met him once, and when she did, his thoughts were strongly fixated on his secretary, whom he was boning behind his wive's back.<br/><br/>As soon as she got off, Yvvone took the bus straight home and changed into her party dress and heels. The only such dress and heels that she could afford with her meager wages. She put it on and did her hair up like a sexy partygoer. From there, she caught another bus to the rave.<br/><br/>She had heard about it when she had been at a bar. some random person had informed her about it, she had never caught their name or how they knew. But it sounded like lots of fun, and she did enjoy a good party. So she headed off into the dying evening in surch of a good time.<br/><br/>The bouncer didn't give her any trouble. He looked at her perfect fake id and sent her right inside. She was greeted by a huge party with lots of minds that thought about sex. She had to take a breath or two to calm herself and not think about it.<br/><br/>"Breathe dear." She thought as she headed to the bar and got herself a drink. Turning to survey the crowd. "Just have a good time, and don't worry about the thoughts of these people. "<br/><br/>The party did look like it would be fun. She had to admit. She was going to be so wasted by the end of the night.