A Leader on a solo mission is practically a suicide attempt. No Tribe with half a mind would dare allow for their Leader to wander without a convoy. Should the Leader fall, the Tribe would as well.
And yet, Serph stands alone outside of this strange building. A strange building with an unknown pounding resonating inside of its walls. Curiousity is overpowering him -- he must know what lay beyond.
At a glance. it isn't anything like the bases he's seen in the Junkyard. With large, metal doors, black tinted windows and walls adorned with torn bits of tape and paper, advertising things such nonsensical jargon as "no cover charge" and "Tuesday is ladies' night". Be they warnings or Tribal codes, the Embryon Leader couldn't rightly say.
All he knew was that he must enter this strange new world and uncover whatever secrets lay in wait.
He opens the door and steps inside -- it's dark, the pounding is more fierce, no longer muted by the thick exterior walls.
The pounding baseline made Serph's head ache and throb. This was no ordinary base -- and it proves itself as such the moment hundreds of tiny, blinking lights begin flashing before his eyes.
The walls are purple... or blue... Perhaps magenta -- it's impossible to tell with the quick flashes the coloured lights provide. The floors seem carpeted... And a bit sticky.
This rhythmic pounding, the flashing lights -- it's almost too much for Serph's senses to handle.
Almost.
What throws the Embryon Leader over the edge is the dancer on stage. That single dancing man, grabbing the metal pole in the center and thrusting his hips toward it. He let out audible squeaks and moans over the music, giving Serph a sultry look.
...It was an unmistakable flash of orange hair in the blinding lights that told Serph exactly who this dancer was.
It was Harley.
In a very tiny pair of undergarments.
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[Serph looks pale...]
[Abruptly, he sits up and begins to dry heave. Nothing comes up but how he wishes it did...]
[...For obvious reasons, Serph doesn't look happy.]
(technical 2/2 payment for pass but, uh, lol.)