Under the strobe lights, dyed hair, painted skin and garish fabrics mashed together in a plethora of artificial colors that made Nazoli look mundane in comparison. The press of bodies and the heavy beat of music undulated as one like a living organism. Half of the Aeternal Aegis's patrons were mercenary and sailor types looking to have as much fun as they could on their limited shore leave and willing to throw the credits needed to make it happen. The other half were hoping to exchange fun times for said credits. Between drunken sailors trying to grab a piece of her ass when she wasn't looking, and workers jealously guarding their own little patches of the dance floor, Nazoli soon realized one complication well enough: in the thick of things as she were it was that much harder to keep eyes and ears on what was going on!<br/><br/><em>(Take -2 penalty on all perception checks while on the dance floor.)</em><br/><br/>One of the latex nuns was wheeling a huge cake - the kind large enough to require a trolley to move - from the back. A bartender-cleric called out stopping her, and they were having an energetic conversation about something... the distance and ambient noise made it hard to figure out what they were saying, though.<br/><br/><em>(Perception DC 15 to eavesdrop. If that fails, Sense Motive to guess what they are saying based on context.)</em><br/><br/>On the dance floor Nazoli's moves were starting to attract some attention, perhaps wanted, perhaps unwanted...<br/><br/><em>(Nazoli can either leave the dance floor or stay which requires a Dance check (use charisma check) to see what attention she attracts.)</em>