Rave attracted attention almost as soon as she entered the club. A pair of young Japanese women loitering near the bar converged on her instantly, paying her compliments about her hair, her eyes and her glowing skin. They insisted on dancing with her and being photographed with her, while longing to know where she got her fantastic look - was it from Evo?<br/><br/>The dog-man's seed tasted just like anyone else's, but the scent of his musk and the tactile sensation of his thick cock, unrolled from its furry sheath, was one that even Switch had not experienced before. Rave received a burst of pride and curiosity from Switch's emotional transmission, as she notched up a new sexual experience.<br/><br/>"I've let the owner know that we're here, but I think the dance floor is the place to look for our quarry," Switch texted back. "If we don't find what we're looking for while the crowds are here, we'll have a chat with her after hours."<br/><br/>Switch disappeared into the crowd again, mingling, flirting (in her much more physical way) and listening to rumours. She compiled the most interesting rumours in texts to Rave, but nothing of relevance surfaced.<br/><br/>Rave's dancing was perhaps not her best work, but was competent enough, as a professional, to attract plenty of attention, along with her garish hair and bioluminescence. Plenty of men and women, mostly in their twenties, wanted to dance with her, buy her drinks, or more plainly attempt to seduce her. None of them registered on her detection spell, except for one particularly aggressive man who flared briefly on being turned down, then faded just as quickly.<br/><br/>An hour and a half into the night, Switch's dress flared in the Matrix, sending a facial scan to their commlinks. It showed an anthro-feline face, with ginger fur and white tipped ears. The scan was displayed alongside a still from Grace Havercroft's selfie footage, showing Grace posing with the same catgirl. A moment later, an ARO popped up near the bar, indicating the location of the catgirl in the club.<br/><br/>The ARO was moving towards Rave, in fact, and assuming Rave didn't take the opportunity to move away, the catgirl emerged from the crowd with a drink in one hand, grinning at Rave. "Care to dance with this kitty, omae?" she purred, her tail lashing to the beat. "Or would I be treading on someone else's paws?"<br/><br/>The catgirl seemed friendly enough at first glance, and certainly very attractive, dressed in a low-cut tank top and tiny miniskirt that probably would have been considered indecent on someone without fur. She had a small satchel slung at her side, that contained her commlink at least. Rave's spell was not reporting her as a threat. Her commlink was broadcasting a persona that looked just like her physical form, but did not report a SIN.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Make a Charisma + Intuition roll for Judge Intentions regarding the catgirl, and Charisma + Willpower (+1 for your dress) to resist her own Judge Intentions attempt (mostly to conceal the fact that you recognize her).<br/></div></div>