The atmosphere in Club Ember was beyond a joke as a blanket of sorrow and depression descended. Big Swilla was nowhere to be seen with a couple of Crunk's ensorcelled mortals watching the door instead. Inside, a few girls were working but in a very lacklustre manner as the patrons seemed not in the mood to give anything either.
Just within the entrance of the stripclub, a small memorial had been started with a few pictures of Cherry and some candles burning. One of them gave out a sweet, fruity scent as it burnt down. A book of condolences has been started.