The Pentacle represent Spirit, Water, Fire, Earth and Air.  It is one of Wiccans most sacred symbols. 

Meta always hated clubs, but he did need to get out and enjoy himself once in awhile.  Which is why he is sitting at a bench at Club Parallaxis sipping on a bottle of Blue Moon.  He watch Goth and punk men and women dance to Marylin Manson.  The bright lights were moving across the dance floors and walls, and everyone was sweating and dancing to the beat.  A few even threw glow sticks around, it was like a rave but without the drugs.

The bench was made of metal, and had a thin cushion on the bottom of it, Meta found it somewhat uncomfortable, but he did not mind.  A tall shapely woman approach him.  Her hair had streaks of blue in it, her eyes were half open, with deep blue pupils.  Her skin pale, and not from cosmetics.  She sports a spiked choker, black lipstick, a gray T-shirt and dark green baggy pants with lots of pockets and chains.  Finally, a pentacle hangs from her neck by the way of a small chain.  She sits down next to Meta and smiles at him.  Meta glances over and smirks back.

“Hey, I've never seen you here before.” she speaks.
“First time here, thought I'd check out the action.” He replies.
“Cool, my name is Amy, what's yours?”
“Sean”
“Whats on the end of your necklace?”

Meta looks over at her and pulls out his Pentacle.  Her smiles widen and so does his.  “Do you want to go somewhere more private?  You seem to be more of quiet type around large groups.”

Meta nods, they both get up, she grabs his hand and lead him up the stairs across the walkway to where the private rooms where.  The hallways leading to the private rooms were dark, littered with cups, tissues, foods, and the walls are littered with decades of posters being put up and ripped down.  She approach a door at the far end, pulls out a key and unlocks it.

They both enter into the room, to the right was a three person couch, with a faded worn look to it, and throw pillows on both end.  To one side of the couch was an end table, with cans on top of it, and a revolver.  On the far side of the room was a similar couch, with potted plants on both ends.  To the left was a lamp, with a faded cover.  Following that lamp was a larger couch, large enough for four people to sit on.  However it too look worn and has faded color.  On the opposite end of that couch was a flat screen TV.  On the ceiling was a fan, with a light on it.  The fan lazily whirs away.
Amy chuckles “Wow..what a dump.”
Meta chuckles along with her, “Yea, you'd think this club could at least hire one maid.”  She laughs and smoothly walks over and sit on the larger couch.  Meta sits beside her.

Amy and Meta talked for a half an hour about various topics, and then their eyes meet.  Her blue eyes locked in on his brown eyes.  All the sudden, she leans in and kisses him deeply.  Meta gasp, fights a little but soon gives in.  She deepens the kiss and Meta closes his eyes.  The kiss was warm, inviting, his mind was being filled with ecstasy.  Amy picks up one leg and swings it around Meta.  She put her hands on his shoulder, pushing him back into the couch, she straddles his lap, pushing her tongue into his mouth.  Their tongue dance and swirl with one another.  Meta wraps his arms around Amy, and pulls her against him.  She gasps and then press her body against his.

She pulls away, gasping for air, her eyes narrow and she pushes Meta down on the couch, she bites her lower lips, as she rips his shirt open, she bends down and start kissing, and sucking on his neck.  Meta reach up and pull her T-shirt off, and then he fumblingly pulls her bra off, Amy smiles and winks at him.

Gormanz was watching the code stream, when he started smiling and chuckling.  He called Sieges down to Communication Central and she quickly arrived.  Gormanz looks back at her and smiles, “I think our boy Meta just got lucky.”  Sieges laughs, but then she locks into the code stream, “Wait..isn't she..”
“Yea yea, but let the guy have his fun, God knows redpill women have combination to their bedroom.”  Sieges laughs again and gives a playful smack Gormanz on the backside of his head and walks back out.

The night was filled with passion, romance, and ecstasy for both Amy and Meta.  Meta woke up, feeling refreshed, and full of energy, he was still in the same private room, but Amy was no where to be found.  However, beside him was an envelope with a black kiss sealing it.  He opens the envelope and reads it.

Sean,

Last night was amazing, it's been a long time since I've connected to someone like I've connected to you.  I'm sorry I wasn't here when you wake up, I have to open my store, 'The Fools Mansion”.  I'd like for you to drop by sometimes, I really would like to get to know you some more. 

Love,
Amy.