(small suggestion, Ezekiel - if you could break up your paragraphs with a space, it would be easier to read - we call it the Wall of Text syndrome here :) )<br/>--<br/><br/>Inside, the washed and unwashed masses mingled.  To the practiced eye, there was a certain amount of order within, but to those unaccustomed to the place, it might be a little unnverving.  Off duty factory worker pressed together, moving in little clumps, while scantuly clad waitresses navigated the floor.  Most were human, although here and there one could spot the tell tale pointed ear peeking out of platinum tresses or the thick beard of a dwarf, arms corded with muscle.  The music was canned, playing out over the sound system, a wash of drum and saxaphone and trumpet and bass, soothing in it's way.  In here, the pumping beat of the disco across the street was muted.<br/><br/>Laughter and curses filled the air, accompanied my the odd belch of someone who had drained more then their share of drink.  Upon Kain's left, a stage held sway, the edges lit by neon ropes, spot lights shining down from the ceiling to pin point half nude girls who may or may not have had real physical presence.  After all, Holograms were cheaper then human labor and rarely caused trouble.<br/><br/>To his right, a long bar crossed the floor.  Bellies pressed against it as patrons drank their troubles and joys away, and harried bar tenders tried to keep up with the orders of ales and exotic liquours that assailed them.  The patronage was mostly male, although here and there, women were in evidence as well.  These, however, did not look to be working class girls.  At least, not factory workers.<br/><br/>As Kain stood in the door way, one seperated herself from the crowd, sauntering over to him, her hips swaying.  She was small in stature, the top of her head barely reaching to his chin.  She tilted her head, her pointed chin lifting, as she met his eyes brazenly.  Hers were violet.  Dark hair, black and shining, fell past her shoulders, and holo hoops sparkled upon her ears, changing color rapidly, timed to the beat of the music.  She wore a short dress that clung to her like a second skin.<br/><br/>"Good evening, Comrade." she said, her voice soft and feminine.  "Welcome to the Kling Klang Klub.  You're new here, are you not?" she smiled, her teeth glowing white in the purple neon lights that lit the room.  "My name is Sasha.  If you care to buy me a drink, we might chat for a while."