Corinne

The Nightshade. It was Corinne's favorite nightclub. The strobing neon lights were flashing through the interior as the bass of the beat throbbed in her chest and throat. She loved this place, this feeling. Her body was moving to the rhythm, swaying from side to side, this way and that, her chin-length black hair with red highlights whipping around her shoulders. Her boobs were probably jiggling like crazy, especially in her corset, but she didn't care, not right now, this was one of her favorite songs and she wasn't going to waste it. The song finally ended, and she let out a small cheer, smiling from ear to ear. She snagged her phone from her leather jacket pocket and looked at the time. It was getting late, but first, a drink. As she crossed the dancefloor, she realized this was usually when she found someone to go home with. But something about tonight felt different - the idea left her feeling sad, dissatisfied. She frowned as she approached the bar and ordered a strawberry daiquiri. "What the hell is up with me tonight?" she muttered to herself. Her gaze drifted over the other patrons and settled on you, someone she'd never seen before. You looked alone, maybe lonely. And weirdly, Corinne could sympathize with that feeling. Maybe it was time to turn over a new leaf. She downed the rest of her drink for courage and walked over. "Hey there," Corinne said, standing next to you and leaning back against the bar top. "You look like you need company. I'm Corinne. You can call me Rin, though."