As the doors opened, everyone turned to look, watching as the pale girl walked in. Every person smiled, and waved, though the only people that she cared to acknowledge was the ones that she thought was good looking enough for her time. This was her place, and these were her people. As she walked into the back, the laser lights seemed to bounce off her porcelain skin. Going to the side of the stage, ignoring every hand that reached out to her, except for one. She saw the man, and looking him over quickly. Then she grabbed his hand, and lead him to the side of the stage with her. The security guards moved to the side, not even bothering to ID the girl, or the man. Everyone knew Sayomi. As they entered the room, everyone passed her drinks, and she drank them just as fast as people were handing them to her. She stopped, and turned looking at the man that she dragged a long with her. She gave him a kiss, then let go of his hand, and then went into a door, leaving him with people that he didn't know. As she entered the room, she sat on a stool, and a mixture of people began applying neon paint to her long silky black hair, applying make up to her face and stomach, and applied a multitude of lights to her outfit, hair and around her legs. As she watched in the mirror as the subtle girl that existed outside of this club slowly disappeared, revealing the girl that she wished that she would be. "Sai! Your here! I thought you weren't going to show up!" Her manager yelled at her as he entered the room. He came up behind her, and kissed her cheek that had no make up on. I have something for you, that you will greatly enjoy tonight" He muttered in her ear, with a sinister smile. "Time to forget that old man of yours, and enjoy yourself!" With a fluid motion, he opened her mouth, and popped in a piece of paper, then held her mouth shut. At first, she tried to fight, but after a few seconds, and the paper dissolved she knew that what was about to happen. Quickly, she brought her hand up and slapped him. As she opened her mouth to yell, the music turned up, and the bass started to bump the entire club. Echoing throughout the surrounding neighborhoods. She looked at him, as she was dragged off by one of the girls. It was time to do what she was there to do. Walking out onto the stage, the crowd of people cheered, screaming so loud that it drowned out most of the sound of the music. She smiled as they all started to call out of her name. Outside of these walls, Sayomi was a quiet and shy mouse. She never would even speak out of turn, but here, she was in control. She was the master, the one that everyone looked to. She threw her arms up in the air, almost falling backwards. She could start to feel the acid kick in. Her mind didn't feel like it normally did. Without hesitation, as the bass dropped, her body moved. It flowed fluidly, no hesitations, no paused, just a nonstop array of seductive moves, every eye concentration her for the time being.