((From Starcaster Studio))<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/ce57/f/2015/197/2/3/starcaster01_by_thepixeldust-d91i7yh.jpg)</div>Alura Starcaster rubbed her chin, then stuck out her tongue.  The little pink appendage wiggled around, making a "Ppttthhhhtttt-" sound.  "This just won't do. I can't have poor guests waiting on me in this place. It needs some.. I dunno. Dance clubbiness?"  She turned, stepping back into her studio briefly.  The door slid shut behind her as she turned and began tapping keys on the way with both hands.  After a minute, a few tentacles joined in.  "Thanks, guys. What about music? Techno? Hiphop? ..OOooh, just good ole' smooth dance music, gotcha. Added to the lighting and furniture, it will be great! Oo! And a bar!"  Another few taps and finally she backed away.<br/><br/>There was an unholy ruckus in the waiting room as items were destroyed, reassembled, and altered on a molecular level into another form.  After a few minutes, there was a 'Ding!'  "Yay!"  Starcaster clapped happily and bounced as the door opened again.<br/><br/>The room was every thing she'd hoped and dreamed to have in a club.  Pink and blue lighting graced the surfaces of black leather couches.  A glowing bar was fully stocked with every possible beverage and contained an automated tender to deliver drinks and take orders.  The melodic beat of music thrummed in the undercurrent of the place as Starcaster's tentacles rose and started to sway.  "It's perfeeeeeeect!!"  She fell onto a couch and took out her handheld.  In minutes she hand single-handedly flooded the galactic interwebs with calls for new guests.  The specifics of her new guest room and Club Starcaster were delivered to any that wished to come.  Alura pocketed her device and closed her eyes, drifting off into a much-needed slumber until the first occupant of her club arrived.