Escapade Nightclub.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

The first thing Minako noticed was a whole lot of legs. As she took in her surroundings further, she recognized the thumping beat and low lights as the signature atmosphere of Escapade, the local nightclub. This was not at all where Minako had hoped the vent deposited her. Aside from the fact that the club was busy at this hour, there was the fact that Minako wasn't necessarily old enough to be there. Sure, the club employees usually looked the other way on nights when she went to visit Mutatsu, but the old monk wasn't usually here this day of the week. Beyond that, Minako knew that some Gekkoukan students would sneak into the club using fake IDs, and the last people Minako needed seeing her like this were her schoolmates.

Carefully, making sure not to snag any other pieces of her dwindling wardrobe on anything while exiting the vent, Minako crawled out of the vent and onto the club floor proper. As soon as she was on her feet, Minako held her hands tightly in front of her bare crotch, scooting along the wall to keep her rear end hidden. If she could at least get to a table or a booth, she could keep the fact that she was half-naked a secret.

Thankfully, luck seemed to be on Minako's side as the vent had deposited her near an empty booth! Giving a silent prayer of thanks to whatever spirit was looking over her, Minako quickly scrambled into the booth, taking a seat against the wall, as far from the floor as she could get. The feeling of the seat cushions against her bare flesh was interesting to say the least, and made it impossible to forget just how much of her was exposed.

Resting against the table, trying to calm herself down, Minako tried to think of a way out of this. She couldn't just run through the club like this, not with so many people around. There wasn't anything nearby that Minako could use to cover herself with, unfortunately. Really, it seemed as if Minako would have to wait for the crowd to thin out, or... that's it! The Dark Hour would turn everyone present into coffins, and then Minako could walk right out unseen! It was a flawless plan. With this in mind, Minako scanned the walls for a clock to see how far off the Dark Hour was.

10:30...

Minako had an hour and a half before the Dark Hour could save her. An hour and a half to stay in this seat, hoping nobody bothered her...

Unfortunately for Minako, somebody did bother her, in the form of-