Leah ditches her coat and lets the bouncer scan her cleavage.

"Oh. Fuck it." She gasps, shrugging off her coat. Her shoulders and collar bones are bared, and so is the smooth, pale skin of her chest, her heavy breasts barely concealed by the plunging neckline of her party dress.

"God I forgot just how slutty you look tonight." Holly cackles joyously. "I say that with _so _much love."

The android's eyes light up again, its beam zeroing in on Leah's chest, then sliding down to take in the tightly-wrapped curves of her hips and legs. "Approved." It announces quickly.

"Figures." Holly grins. "I wonder if there's a dude getting a vid feed from this bucket of bolts."

"Oh don't!" Leah yelps, slapping Holly's wrist. But she smiles a moment later, and risks a wink at the bouncer. They link arms again, and waltz into the club.

Immediately they're met with a fresh blast of sound and vision. The place is dark and crammed, with writhing bodies and joyful cries all around. Lights in the entire visible spectrum - and several others - pulse constantly, and the music is a pounding, bassy thrum.

"This is..." Leah begins.

"Kind of amazing?" Holly grins back.

"Yeah, actually. It's like an engine."

"Neeeeerd!" Holly screeches, but hugs her friend around the waist, peering around with big wide eyes. "So where first? Drinking or dancing?"