There you are, minding your own business, innocently chatting up a transvestite, when you're confronted by a dreaded raver girl. She stares at you with her cool eyes and pastied nipples, sizing you up, coiling as if to pounce -- and suddenly you black out and awake an indeterminate amount of time later at the bottom of a dry well, battered and reeking of lotion. As children, we all learn this scenario in school -- but it couldn't happen to you, right? Wrong. For your safety and awareness, we sent our heroic photographer Aaron Thackeray to Skylab to capture photos (see full slideshow from the party here
) of these lasses in their natural habitat for identification purposes and tips on how to escape their alluring wiles.