Spoiler: Requirements This is meant to be a modern/slightly futuristic RP with no magic and no non-human characters. Please respect that. No futas. Please be capable of writing multiple paragraphs. Be able to reply at least once every other week. You may play a male or a female. Be comfortable writing smut. Being a model with the local agency meant one simple and likely so obvious it wasn’t kind of detail in Cailyn’s life. Her wardrobe was filled to the brim with clothes, most of which she either wore once or simply didn’t wear because she honestly didn’t care for all the clothing that her job managed to acquire for her. That being said, she understood the reasoning behind having them; the agency was trying to turn her into a model who would model their clothing lines even when she wasn’t in a photoshoot or strutting across a stage. She had dared to think that that would be enough for them, but she was forced to realize that it was very unlikely they would ever get enough out of her… at least, not by their definition. Despite her dislike for the concepts they were trying to push into her life, there were times where Cailyn could be grateful for it and she was currently at one of those times. Her and her friends were heading up to “The Point” that night and it wasn’t a place she had ever been to before although the reviews had been impeccable. She imagined it was the kind of place that expected you to come dressed for a party and with her modeling wardrobe, that wasn’t a hard task at all for her. After several moments of indecisiveness, Cailyn snatched up a little black dress. It was an off the shoulder dress that hugged her body firmly and Cailyn knew that at a new place, it would definitely spark plenty of conversation on its own. Of course, with Cailyn being herself, that likely wouldn’t be necessary, but it was always helpful. Unlike most probably would have, Cailyn actually didn’t add any accessories to the dress that could be labeled a bit plain. That was kind of the point. She curled her long blonde hair, but didn’t pull it back at all; instead, she simply threw in a few bobby pins to keep it from concealing her face. That look in and of itself seemed and felt appropriate enough for her. The final piece was a simple gray coat that was almost as long as the dress itself, and the dress really wasn’t that long. The only reason for the coat was the chill in the air. Grabbing her keys, Cailyn locked the door to her reasonable apartment and headed on her way. The first stop along the way was Luella’s home and she found that the minute she started knocking on the door, it was pulled open. “Hey girl!” Luella practically shouted before her eyes danced up and down the figure of her friend. “Ooh, you aren’t looking to go home alone tonight, are you?” There was a definite tease in her tone, but it was friendly and acceptable. Cailyn blushed just a bit and then she shrugged. “You know me. If the right person asks, that just might be the case. Are you trying to suggest you wouldn’t?” This time, Cailyn got to raise her eyebrows at Luella. That was enough of that, apparently, because Luella gave Cailyn a playful shove and started laughing. “You tease!” she accused. “Let’s go get Addy and get to this place already! I’ve heard the music is delightful. I’m surprised you aren’t already running to get there yourself.” At the mention of music, Cailyn’s eyes widened and suddenly she was even more excited than she had been before. “Why didn’t you say so sooner!?” she proclaimed with a surprising jubilance. “Let’s get going then!” Cailyn reached out and grabbed Luella’s hand, practically pulling her friend along as they both made their way to Addy’s home to pick her up as well. All three of them lived in their own little apartments. The city was bit cramped, but each of the three young women knew the right connections to ensure they were in a safer section of the city. However, after they grabbed Addy, they did have to go through a sketchier part of town. “You know,” Addy started when they reached the bridge that marked a lesser area, “I’m still not comfortable walking here without you guys.” There was an anxiety in the woman’s eyes but all three of them kept walking nonetheless. “That’s probably a good thing, Addy,” Luella mentioned. It was a brief conversation that Cailyn didn’t really jump into for a few reasons. First, most of her concentration was focused on making sure they didn’t get lost because if it was going to happen anywhere, it would be there. She didn’t want to do that because now that Luella had mentioned the music, some of the details she had read were starting to come back to her. This was one of the clubs that did everything in their power to keep themselves off the radar, and it was because of their “off the radar” status that it was so popular in the first place. All the music that everyone loved pumped through the speakers, no one limited what they could smoke or drink and it created an environment that made all the tedious regulations seem like they didn’t exist anymore. Cailyn’s favorite part would no doubt be the music, but all those other things helped to make it what it was. Because she was lost in those recollections as they walked, she’d been completely oblivious to the graffiti and overall decay of the lower part of town. It wouldn’t have bothered her if she had noticed any of it in the first place because she’d grown up so close to it all her life, but being able to feign ignorance if only for a little while was always a bonus. And that only contributed to the smile on her face as the thrumming of the base vibrated her core when they all walked in.