After you were all put to bed last night, none of you were to go back out unless you had a good reason. Other then that Robot slapped you and sent you back to your room.

The next Morning a lovely breakfast was held in the dining area, where you all ate what you could.
Damn greedy people.

After breakfast sassy Robot made you wash your hands to rid of the crumbs and syrup, making sure each and every one of you were clean.

After that Robot had shoved you all into the training room again, but along with all the training gear there were books, a large t.v., and a stack of movies next to the screen.

"Hi hi hiya!" Jorda yelled cheerily, clear the girl was extremely excited. "Do you like the surrrrrprise?!" She squealed happily.

For future reference I'm typing up the dimension looks and everything before we actually go there:

Everything looked much different now, and so did all of you. Anyone bellow the age of 17 looked to be about 18, taller and bodies now more matured. Everyone's appearance was did up, gals in either tight dresses and heels or tight shorts and crop top with some other flashy shoes, or some other revealing clubbing clothes. Guys... they were wearing whatever the hell guys wear when they try to finnes.
Around you was a club, but a rather fancy one. All sorts of arranged colored lights flashed around to the beat of loud music pumping, vibrating the floor slightly. People danced, bumped, and grinded on eachother, other couples being more explicit near the bar. But what could really catch any passbyer's eye was the couple at the odd version of a throne,  and the two were people you knew.
Ah, so this must be that king and Queen... but how could it be Dianah and Kenshi?
Dianah let loose a cloud of smoke from between her lips, cigarette in between her purple painted finger nails. Her hair was set into a large ponytailat the top of her head with some curly locks coming down the side of her face. Kenshi's hair was slicked back in a cool effect, matching his care free position with an arm over Dianah's bare shoulders and slouched back as he boredly swirled a gun around his finger. He was wearing a typical black suit and tie, which didn't at all match Dianah's high wasted denim shorts and purple 'crop top' that looked more like a strapless bra.
The two sat on a decorated small couch, perched on top of a small boosted stage with a purple spot light gleaming on them, Kenshi's large fancy sword gleaming in the light against the couch. Black and gold steps attached to the side of the stage, where big strong body guards stood at them, looking ready to pummel anyone who came close with their weapons and large muscles.

Oh wow, so how could you stop you're partners without killing them?