Bruna didn't like nightclubs until she actually got there and really embraced the atmosphere.
It was almost her twenty-fifth birthday and the brunette still didn't have a suitable mate. Her stable job and sumptuous body weren't enough appeal, apparently. So she resigned herself to drinking and partying her nights away at the rave each weekend.
This night was different though. She spotted a tall blonde elf-woman who seemed a little out of place. Not that she didn't know what she was doing - she was an elf, every elf knew what they were doing, never did anything by accident - just that that level of deliberation and sobriety didn't really belong in a blaring loud, gaudy colored night club. The goal here was to get piss-wasted, or high, or both, and commit all variety of nonviolent sins with each other.
"Heeyyyy!" Bruna yelled above the din, as coyly and alluringly as possible. "You're not from around here are you!"
The blonde elf grinned a little and shook her head No.
"Wanna dance??" the shorter girl asked. Bruna immediately launched into her best moves. The gyrating was her best attempt at a mating demonstration.
The elf grinned amusedly at the brunette. Finally, the song switched and Bruna ended her routine with a flourish. "HAH!" she proclaimed proudly, tipsy but not drunk enough to fall over.
"That was an impressive performance," the elf complimented.
Bruna blushed, not at all from the alcohol already in her. "Hey, I never asked your name! How rude of me! What's your name, girl?"
"I am Heliaathett," she answered.
Of course it was some stupid long fuckin' name, Bruna complained to herself. "Nice to meet you, Heli!" she abbreviated. She curtsied courteously; Heliaathett returned with a slight bow.
"Bruna, I don't know how to tell you this, but I need lodging for tonight and..." she looked around, "...this just isn't for me, you know?"