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Club Ember.
The upscale and classy strip club where the glitterati of Sacramento congregates to celebrate life and embrace excess in its many ways.
It’s a club like few in many a mile radius. It has some of the finest dancers state wide, lascivious parties take place here, the finest drinks flow in rivers to fill the glasses of those well connected enough to attend, favors are exchanged both in business and pleasure. Exclusivity and Glamour are the club’s hallmarks, the costumes, the employees, the scenario; all running smoothly to turn fantasy into reality, to capture and snare the unaware in a trip that few wish to return from.
Today it’s still early. Its night and dark already but the patrons are yet to arrive. Eve Matamune has made sure the VIP lounge is closed to all… except a handful few.
Those of the blood who arrive are guided there.
Inside the lines of the furniture and the decoration conspire to betray caution or restrain, the ever present touch of distinction carefully veils the intent of this large room. There is a smaller area for performances on the pole, a bar with a large counter, large enough to allow the daring dancers to perform their duty unhindered and the patrons to admire them with comfort and privacy.
The easeful seats and sofas remain empty clearly in abundance but mostly concentrated around one of the areas close to the bar; there is a soft whiff of perfume in the air, an appetizer inviting those who come in to seat and relax.