<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/SwitchSmall.jpg)<br/>Switch (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EW7kMex5ArfjHNlqslE-TGlRPPr5fcQ_kDeSBKkktvY)<br/></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">PAN</div><div class="spoiler_body">Master: Transys Avalon<br/>Slaves: Ace of Diamonds dress, medkit (Rating 3), Thundercloud Contrail racing bike<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Active effects</div><div class="spoiler_body">Chill BTL (+1 Intuition, +1 Charisma, -1 Logic, -1 Willpower)<br/></div></div><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Club Vertex, 6pm</span></strong><br/><br/>Rave's spell settled around her, and she felt her magical senses stretch out almost to three city blocks. Meanwhile, another sense popped up in her AR vision: the visual component of Switch's simsense feed. The audio component was available but currently muted. There were also video feeds from Switch's racing bike sensors, and from Temzee, who was unsubscribed from Switch's PAN and was making his own separate way to the club.<br/><br/>When Rave arrived at the club herself, the crowds were just beginning to form. The sun had already been down for an hour, and people were streaming in from their offices, factories or places of petty criminal enterprise. The bouncer was a large ork woman, who took a nominal cover charge from Rave but otherwise waved her through without challenge, and certainly without reading her SIN.<br/><br/>The frenetic light show and pounding music assailed Rave's senses as soon as she stepped inside. The speakers were blasting out Aria Rage's latest synthbass single, accompanied by a light show heavy on shades of blue. Rave could see the club's head DJ and manager, Ludmilla Gorbunova, in the DJ booth far above, set into the old church architecture.<br/><br/>To Rave's right was the bar, where three servers were busily pouring drinks for about a dozen people at a time. The main dance floor in front of her was not exactly packed, but crowded enough to have a good time and disappear into the mass of people. Beyond the dance floor was a series of booths, affording a tiny amount of privacy, and some standalone chairs. The bathroom and utility areas were to her left.<br/><br/>Switch's feed showed that she was out behind the club, among the air conditioning ducts and dumpsters, giving a blow job to someone who resembled an anthromorphic Malamute. A few minutes after Rave's arrival, she slipped back in through the service entrance and emerged into the main area via the bathroom doors. She had her arm around the waist of her new furry friend, and they were dancing rather lewdly, attracting catcalls and envious glances from other dancers. She paid Rave no visible attention whatsoever, but sent her a text message. "Haven't seen anything out of the ordinary. Girl tried to sell me BTLs. This dog guy is hot."<br/><br/>Rave's spell didn't register anybody with hostile intentions towards her, and the Astral character of the area was everything she expected to feel - excitement, energy, lust, disorientation, fun.