A loud speaker crackled and a voice boomed over it, "Do we have a group of two? Group of two, come to the front of the line."

That was their cue. Greneth grabbed Griselda's hand and dragged her to the doors, the cat eared girls on their heels. Though he expected Griselda to pull away, she didn't, and they arrived at the front of the line, her hand still in his.

The man at the door dressed in an oversized top hat and bizarre clown makeup eyed them. "Group of ...