Let's go clubbing!

Let's have some fun, yeah?

You take a walk down the street to find a suitable place to boogie down. You aren't that familiar with this city so it takes a bit. (You aren't THAT omnipotent.)

This place seems interesting. A hoppin' little joint that goes by the name of "The Escapist." Neat-o! It's got a line going down the block and that tells you that this is the place to be. Not that a line is gonna be any problem for you. You make your way past the burly lioness that's bouncing the front door with a sultry wink and a little godly miracle. And hey, if you can't score with anyone inside, this fine specimen of the Serengeti might give you what you need. Think of it as "Plan B."

You're in luck, 'cause this place is jumping! The dance floor is packed with all sorts of babely wildlife and the bar is more of the same. And the DJ (a literal batgirl.) is spinning up some classic rhymes. Huh. Apparently Salt-n-Pepa exist in this world.