Black: queen's bishop's pawn c7>c5

The doorman glanced at his clipboard and then back at her. "Ashley, right? Come on," he said, cocking his neck and ushering her past the velvet rope. She followed him in the front door and over in a corner next to the coat check room. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide, as he pressed into her.

"My name's Rodney," he said with a smile. "You ever been here before?"

"N... no..."

"Alot of black men in this club tonight, Ashley. You ain't got a problem with blacks, right? You aren't scared of us?"

"N... no..." Ashley stammered. "Brooke heard this was the best place in town, and she always wanted to come here, and Becky said..."

"Just relax," Rodney said with a smile. "Just checking. I want you and your friends to enjoy yourselves tonight and have a real unforgettable experience. Now when you say VIP, well, as far as I know you and your friends ain't famous, and you ain't rich. You just some white girls from the suburbs dressing slutty and gettin' your drink on. So, VIP for you would be a table near the dancefloor where you'd get your ass grabbed by every brotha walkin' by. So, what I want to know is, if you girls want to be socialable, and have a night you'll never forget, I'll let you into the Nest."

"The Nest?"

"Up top we've got an exclusive lounge. Celebrities, bigshots... real VIPs. It's a real party. So, you want in?"

Ashley nodded. "That would be great!"

"Alright, we'll get your tab started with a bottle of champagne. I'll come up later and check on y'all. Have fun!" He let Ashley by, and made sure he gave her a good slap on the ass on the way by. She yelped and looked back at him in shock. "Get used to the attention!" he called. Ashley was still processing that as Rodney waved her friends through.