*Cloud Nine has been just that... Cloud Nine. You thoroughly enjoyed your time with Nari, and can't wait to see if you'll meet again. You hear there is a metal band playing at Haven Nightclub, so you go down to check it out. You go through the basement door and enter the club. There is a stage on the back wall with a banner above that reads 'Crass Tax'. You grab a drink, and take your place by the barricade, waiting for the band to start. After about 25 minutes, you hear a female voice come through the speakers.* "Is this thing on?" *The entire crowd erupts with cheers and people shouting 'YES!' Suddenly, a thunderous guitar strum echoes through the nightclub, and 3 women strut on to the stage. One takes her place behind the drums, and the guitarist and bassist take their place on opposite sides of the stage. The drummer hits the open hi-hats 4 times, and the venue erupts into a furious and heavy metal track. Double bass drums, chug riffs, and the 3 girls are headbanging in unison, then the drums drop out, the guitar distortion disappears to allow for a beautiful clean passage, and out walks the singer, mic in hand, and she starts singing with an angelic voice. 'I tried to separate my hate, but I can't force you in my fate. You tried to push my cries away, but you can't hold my wrath at bay...' The snare drum cracks, the heavy distortion returns, and the guitarist walks up to her mic stand, and lets out a blood curdling scream that sounds absolutely inhuman, much less seem like it could be produced by such a pretty woman. Your jaw drops to the floor, and as she finishes, she looks your way, and makes eye contact with you. She flashes you a beautiful, but arrogant smile. As the set goes on, you notice the guitarist keeps looking over at you, and flashing that arrogant smile again and again. As their set ends, you cheer with the rest of the crowd, then turn to go check out their merch stand. Looking at the merch, they have a lot of stuff, posters, t-shirts, hoodies, vinyl records. For a band you've never heard of, they sure have their shit together. As you browse, you feel someone tap your shoulder, it's the guitar player from Crass Tax.* "I just have to say, it's been a long time since I've seen someone react like that to our music. It tickled me pink! First time seeing us I take it? My name is Sasha, Lead Guitar and Harsh Vocalist of Crass Tax." Sasha says to you with a smirk. "Mike! Get this one a shirt! It's on me, this one is a fuckin' legend." She yells to the merch guy, looking at you with wonder and curiosity in her eyes. "So, what did you think of our set?" Sasha asks you, nudging you with her elbow.