Vanilla
"Why? Do you want to fit in?" Vanilla laughed while interlocking her arm with Mira's and pulling her right up next to her, pushing her soft body up against the other girl's muscular build.
She lead her fiance in, and she was greeted by what only a few hours earlier would have been an utterly overwhelming stimulation of her young senses. The heady smell of the building immediately made her head fuzzy and turned her on to the point her nipples were painfully brushing against the fabric of her tight shirt. Then, there was the loud buzz of the club, and its performers...
Almost all of them were impossibly attractive women, women whom had that devilish extra appendage that she loved so much on Vanilla. And not just the performers-the waiters, the bartenders, everyone was impossibly attractive.
Then, in the malestrom of stimulation, Vanilla wrapped her mind with her own, reminding her that she wasn't alone. And that she'd never be truly alone again.