Mimiru finishes showering up and attending to her personal grooming, and begins to prepare for another night out on the town.  Tonight, she's got an invitation waiting for her to Escapade.  The upside was that Escapade was just about the nicest club high school students could reasonably get into, a bit smaller and cosier than most of the other local venues, with great acoustics.  The downside was that Escapade was unabashedly a dance club.  They normally just ran a DJ instead of live bands, and when they did bring in performers, they expected dance beats.<br/><br/>After some consideration, the rocker settles on a pair of pleather pants so tight they could be painted on, almost reflective in their shine, with lacing where the outside seams on the legs would be; at the ankles it's laced together tightly, like shoestrings, but as it approaches her hip the lacing widens out to leave a skin-baring gap a good three inches across.  Paired with the pants she wears a black slip, spaghetti-strapped and made of a near-translucent material that thins to gossamer in places, giving the illusion it might be completely see-through when in fact the important parts are fully obscured with the fabric simply giving the impression of bare skin visible underneath.  A black choker with an ankh dangling from it, a collection of wristbands and bracelets that combine to nearly form bracers, and a pair of platform-heels in with straps that criss-cross up over her calves complete the ensemble.<br/><br/>Thus prepared, she fetches a nice black-finish Les Paul and heads downstairs, where she can't help but pause at the sight of the visibly shaken dorm maven bundled up on the couch.  "Eh?"