<div style="text-align: justify;">Marissa had naturally dressed up for the night. She was wearing black and had mock-spikes on her clothes, and her blonde hair had purple streaks all over. Her make-up also followed the palette, with both her eye shadow and her lipstick being in tones of purple.<br/><br/>Despite the broken arm, the girl was at the door and welcoming the patrons who came to the club. Whether she knew them or not, everyone would be greeted warmly and welcomed with a big smile. As Nanook reached the club, Marissa wouldn’t really recognize him at first. Not only he was really different, she didn’t have a very good memory to begin with.<br/><br/>She would come back to him later, though, after greeting people. Once midnight hit, the doors would be closed. People would still be allowed in, but there wouldn’t be a hostess outside. One of the members of the security team stood outside, just making sure everyone was of age.<br/><br/>Inside, the music was already blasting, and people were drinking and having fun. A myriad of scents was floating around the ar. Perfume and cosmetics in general were a dominant presence, but there was also the scent of people, simply. For now, there wasn’t really any non-human scent. <br/><br/>From the girl who had invited Nanook to be there, came the scent of her skin, the cosmetics she was wearing, and the smell of the cast on her arm, covered by her sleeve, but still noticeable. She would step in front of him, raising her voice just enough to be heard. “I’m glad you could make it!”, she stated with a smile. “How do you like the club?”, the girl completed, stopping and waiting for an answer.</div>