<em>Your horns are stating to grow again, dear. Horny Callie.</em>Syn teased when the cab arried in front of the club. A bit of concentration, and the horns receded. She looked like a normal girl now, for now at least.<br/><br/>The sun was brning down on the street, almost melting the tar out of the road, at this time of the day, and the club was closed still, but the club's node was active, and she managed to get an appointment to audit easy enough - it looked like the "boss", Sam Cooper, was in. Taking the side entrance - staff only - an AR guide in teh form of a cartoonized floating balloon led her into the main club area. A large stage was set in front of several tables and smaller dancing stages with poles were spread through the room. A big bar took up one side, currently empty. At one table a middle-aged, lean man sat, in dress pants and a dress shirt, but no jacket and no tie, in front of what looked like the remains of a take-out lunch. Chinese, her nose told her. Accross him, perched on the table next to another box of eaten food, was a pretty girl, around 1.65 meters, with cafe-au-lait skin and dark hair that fell to her shoulders. She was wearing a tank top and cut-offs that barely covered her slender but buxom body, sneakers, and a pouty expression. When she spotted Callie she blinked, took in her corporate chic look, and burst out "Did you hire a secretary?"<br/><br/>Sam sighed, shook his head, and stood up. "Hello, Miss. I am Sam Cooper, the owner of the Blue Moon. I understand you're here to audition as a dancer." He struck out his hand to shake Callies as his eyes took her in. His gaze seemed to undress her, but his attitude remained professionally polite. Behind him the girl hopped off the table and cocked her head staring at Callie, at her curves, then blushing a bit.