A dance club

"Driver, isn't there a dance club around here?" Miranda asks as her and Carrie climb into the back seat of the limo, Carrie finally cracking a smile as she hears this suggestion.

"Girl, now you're speaking my language," Carrie kids her fellow country queen, the two of them getting cozy in the back as the limo speeds to it's destination.

"Listen Carrie," Miranda starts to tell her, "we're going to need to be careful in there. Let's make sure we stick together, because this place does have a lot of illicit **** use and spiking of drinks with date **** ****. We decided to have a little fun tonight, but not if it's against our will."

"What's the plan?" Carrie asks her, a little scared of this place, but trusting her friend to keep them both safe.

"We order our own drinks," she tells Carrie as the limo pulls up out front, "and under no circumstances should we allow ourselves to get separated. Even if we find some hot guys to dance with."

"Sounds good to me," Carrie answers, a little more turned on than she probably should be by going into a place like this, which was the kind of place her fans would disown her for visiting if they ever found out about it.

"I'll go in if you will," they tell each other as they walk in to the seedy dance club and order their first round of drinks, every guy in the club soon recognizing them.