Arrive at the club alone, in excellent spirits.

"THE REFUGE" is written over the club's large entrance in the same golden lettering on the info brochure. If no one knew what truly happens inside, it could have passed off as a wellness club, or any other sort of establishment, really.

A young man in posh butler attire is waiting for visiting members at the entrance, and as soon as you have said your goodbyes to Carlos and began approaching with your little travel bag flung over your shoulder, he is greeting you instantly by your name.
"Welcome the The Refuge, Miss Doe. Would you please wait here for a moment? Someone will be with you momentarily."

The fact that the doorman knows your name at first glance is starting to hammer home the reality that this is actually happening. The invitation to EroFights City, the invitation to The Refuge, and most importantly the contest awaiting you. You are unsure whether excitement or sudden doubt is the dominating feeling overcoming you in that moment.

"Oh, thank you..." is all you manage to say, when already another young woman, about your own age, is coming out of the large entrance, beaming a wide smile into your direction.

"Welcome to The Refuge, John! I hope you had a pleasant flight and drive here? Shall we get you all set up?"
She is not offering an introduction of her own, but you are sure that you will be able to pick her out of a crowd later again, if the opportunity would arise. She is a slender girl, clad into a simple black cocktail dress, blonde hair braided into a well-behaved tail that is hanging over her left shoulder, and on her nose, sitting cute-as-a-button are a pair of secretary glasses. Yes, you are absolutely going to find her again...

She is beginning to explain to you what is going to happen next while leading you inside, and your undivided attention is resting on her. Champagne, flirting with Carlos, all of this... you are barely taking note of the both of you heading through a small door sideways right next to the entrance, and then a flight of stairs downwards.

The news that the contest's first round will be held in two different rooms, a blue and a green one, and that you could choose which one to go for is making your mind race. Blue or green, is there any difference?
Eventually you are calling yourself back on what's always worked best for you, being direct and open.

"Which room would you choose?", you ask the girl with the cute glasses while hooking one of your arms around hers.
With a visible blush, she replies, "the blue one", and after your overeager approval, the both of you head down a windowless, richly decorated corridor. Only now you are realizing that you have gone underground.

Eventually, both of you come to a halt in front of a door, and announces that this is your "preparation room" for the contest, whatever that might mean. You have no idea how or what to prepare for really, so as the other girl is starting to wish you good luck, you keep your arm wrapped around hers, and drag her along into the room. If nothing else, she can help you to 'prepare'...