Head out to the dance floor. Wait, really?

There are some limits to how far our protagonist is willing to go here. Meeting robots, breaking into mansions, leaping out of windows, they're all totally fine. (The other stories get a little crazy, ok?) But DANCING? In a crowd? Kenny could barely tie his shoes without fumbling, there's no way he can dance with a group of people he doesn't know. Still, that IS where most of the people are. It might be worth checking out.

Kenny makes his way to the dance floor and hangs around the edge with the tired, sweaty dancers, the chatting party goers, and the fellow allies too embarrassed to dance. That's where he see's Isabelle. He had seen her around university before, surrounded by her friends and admirers, and it was no different here. She was the life of this party, dancing in the beat and laughing. She was a latina girl wearing a sexy white miniskirt and a baggy cropped shirt with a series of necklaces over her neck. She had gorgeous long legs that were moving to the music and a beautiful set of hips, swaying tantalisingly in front of all the men in the party. Her midriff was showing off a toned stomach and just the teasing glimpses of underboob, a set of tasty C-cup breasts that had men all over Les Anna drooling. She had long, wavy hair and a smile that could melt you like butter that was practically shining from the crowd. She had a cap on her head that was facing sideways and some lusty red lipstick on. She was a delight just to watch.

She was dancing with everyone who came up to her, laughing and chatting along with them. Kenny gulped. He had never even spoke to her before, but he got the feeling that didn't really matter to her. If he was going to ever set foot on that floor, maybe she could be a good way to do it and get some confidence. He leaned backwards against the wall, and spotted someone over to his right.

Leaning against the wall in a similar way was a girl who really didn't suit the party atmosphere. She wore a set of striped stockings on her legs, one of which was casually bent, leaning against the wall behind her. She had a set of cut-off jean shorts on which made her cute butt look even hotter. She had a jacket on, unzipped, but her hood was covering her head like she was trying avoid blending in. She had a black t-shirt on with a manga character on it that Kenny recognised. She had deep black mascara on and purple lip gloss, a real punky look that Kenny secretly had a thing for. She seemed to have spikes of light pink hair poking out of the front of her hood. She looked like a pretty alternative girl, and Kenny figured he might be able to introduce himself to her, considering they were both clearly avoiding the main bulk of the party.