Head towards VIP with Christy.

You speed up through the crowds and just barely manage to catch up with Christy, and you smile as you see the door to VIP.

"Do you have more connections, or are we just going to work it?" you ask nervously, hoping she can get you in.

"Oh we'll just have to do a little... 'convincing' that's all." she replies nonchalantly, confidently striding up the glass stairs to the VIP door.

The music in the club is thumping so loudly you can barely understand a word she's said, but you follow anyway. Looking back, the dancefloor is a writhing mass of bodies under the strobe lights. You think to yourself that you're not missing out, because it looks crowded. The VIP room will be much classier, of course.

The bouncer eyes you as you approach, and starts talking before you even reach him.

"I don't think you two are on the list."

Have you given yourself away that easily? Could he tell just by looking at you?
Maybe you should have just stayed downstairs after all.

But Christy isn't feeling the same at all. "Oh... I think we might be." She winks at him in a lame attempt before licking her lips and pressing herself against him. He looks unsure for a second, and Christy jumps on the opportunity. "Don't you just love this song?" she asks, grinding against him boldly. "Maybe you could leave the door for just a second..."

The bouncer looks at you, back at her, and then says "Don't you dare go in. I'll be right back." He grabs her hand and leads her inside.