It looked like at one point, some hours or perhaps days ago, it had been quite the rave. The discarded bottles and leftover food made the place both reek of alcohol and, well, leftovers, as well as littered the majority of the floor. There were more leftover butts than even that, as well as discarded pill containers and god knew what else if Senti really cared to scan the floor.<br/><br/>Now, though, even these die-hard partiers were burning out. Many of them didn't move save to breath and occasionally twitch, and those that -were- awake could do little more than talk. Noone stood; those that could find enough space lay, often two-people deep, and those that couldn't sat or found themselves a corner. Many of them - men and women both - were in various state of undress... And she almost thought one fellow in the corner was doing his bleary-eyed best to screw the girl sleeping bottomless before him; though it was hard to distinguish between thrusts and vague twitches in most cases.<br/><br/>Around the walls of the room were dozens of shower nozzles that certainly hadn't been used recently. The fact that the floor was quite literally covered in people and rubbish made the idea of using it challenging, though there was no reason for the water not to work...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>