Gale tries to blend in

"This looks interesting. Any suggestions where to go?" she said, taking in the weirdness around her. A group of what looked like teenage japanese goth maids was walking passed the taxi with a man in a gimp suit on a leash behind them.

"Well, you will stick out a bit in your club dress. You'll probably want to hit one of the street vendors and get some accessories before going anywhere. Then, "Club Ion" is pretty friendly to tourists and foreigners. You may even run into other Americans there." he said, looking at her in the rear view mirror. Gale smiled at him, and slipped him the fare. He nodded, watching her as she left his taxi. She stepped out into the crowd, and made her way over to one of the merchandise booths next to a food cart.

The booth was stocked with bracelets, chains, vinyl dresses, ties, stockings, sunglasses etc. It was all outlandish and would look downright silly in America, but here, surrounded by kinky maids and spiked collar punks, it would fit right in. The vendor didn't speak English, but she was able to elbow length dark blue gloves which she slipped a number of spiked and colored bracelets over, and a pair of black fishnet stockings with blue jeweled beads at each point of the fabric diamonds. Her final accessory was some temporary blue spray in hair color and shimmery blue lip gloss. She looked at herself in the mirror, and almost chuckled as she applied it until she saw the reflection behind her. Over her shoulder, the gang of maids was staring at her, and they didn't look happy.

"Hmm. Maybe they don't like competition." she thought; noting that they were wearing similar fishnets as she had just purchased. She glanced back, and slid her pumps off, sliding the fishnets on right there by the vendor. As she bent over, she could feel the eyes of the passersby on her. Her breasts hung free to see from the loose top and she felt her skirt ride up as she slid the smooth material over her soft skin. She steadied herself on the side of the vendor's booth as she slid her delicate feet back into her pumps.

A group of four young men, all very well dressed and fairly handsome expect for their ludicrously over styled spiky hair and aviator sunglasses was blatantly taking in the show she was providing. Two of them smiled at her lewdly and the other two talked among themselves. Gale's heart started to race. Would these be the ones? She coyly smiled at them, and started to approach when she felt a hand on her shoulder, and whirl her around...