Club Inferno

[DaevaDude]

Narration:

The burly bouncer outside Club Inferno looks Sean and Taylor over. He lifts an eye when looking at Taylor, though saying nothing, then glances down the way at the departing band of drunk young men. Finally he shrugs and hikes a thumb to the door. "Sure what the fuck. Those guys are a bunch of assholes." He puts an arm out to block Sean for just a moment. "No headbutting anyone, though. Someone needs headbutted inside, that's my job."

The bouncer has a receeding hairline, a lined forehead, a nose that has obviously been broken a few times and lots of small scars on his face and forehead. It's easy to believe he's probably had lots of practice at head-butting.

Inside, the place is loud with fast, heavily percussive music, and hot with motion and sweat. Flashing neon, red strobes and other lighting effects are a bit disorienting as Sean and Taylor enter. The clientelle is mostly young; some are expensively-dressed, some are dressed more casually, and a fair number are barely dressed at all. Cages hang from the ceiling in several spots, and in each cage dances a woman wearing nothing but a very small black g-string, red body paint and small, (presumably) fake devil horns. There is an upper area that overlooks the main dance floor, and a long bar area directly underneath the upper area. The two bartenders wear tuxes and red rubber devil masks.

[Sean]

Sean flashes the bouncer a thumbs up "You got it, boss."

Sean enters the club taking it all in. Not too shabby, I suppose.

He looks over and his eyes fall on one of the cages, where they remain for a few moments. He licks his lips, and grins savagely. I might have to get me one of those cages This thought crosses his mind, even though he doesn't even own a haven. He nudges Taylor, pointing at the cages "Whaddya think?"

[Yawgmoth]

Taylor nods in thanks to the bartender as he/she passes by into the club. The overall atmosphere is rather impressive to Taylor and it doesn't take long to note all the young, easy to manipulate, prey. Oh yes, I'll be coming back here.

Feeling the nudge, Taylor's attention is brought to the cages suspended from the ceilings. For a moment Taylor's imagination gets the better of him/her and Taylor stares thinking of using one to lower less than willing subjects into the baths...

"I like it."

[Sean]

Sean grins and claps Taylor on the shoulder, maybe a bit too hard. "Hell yeah, right?" He looks around "I don't feel any other Beasts, though. See, Tay? It's like I told ya! The city's fuckin deserted!"

He wades forward into the crush of people, beginning to move with it. Looking the part of one of Satan's Imps with his tattoo covered skin, spiky hair-do and Savage's grin. Breathing in the scent of the crowd. He just barely resists the urge to start moshing.

[DaevaDude]

Narration:

Sean and Taylor find it impossible to avoid bumping into or rubbing against people as they seek their way through the crowd, and more than a few times they feel others rub against or touch them as well. Here and there they see open displays of very intimate touch between two, or sometimes more, individuals. Both vampires experience something fairly unusual for them, and particularly for Taylor: neither particularly stands out in this crowd. There are lots of instances of extravagant tattoos - both notice an Asian woman dancing on a table, wearing nothing but spike heels, a micro-mini and a bikini top, her arms and back elaborately inked in the manner of Yakuza - and body piercing, some of it rather extreme. Clothing styles range from the provocative - several women wear sheer dresses rendered completely transparent by sweat and the heat of the club - to the kinky. Probably a quarter of the patrons sport some degree of fetish wear, ranging from wrist cuffs, dog collars and spike-heeled boots to full outfits of leather and latex. Several people do seem to react to Taylor's Nosferatu nature in passing - he sometimes is given a wider berth than is Sean - but nobody appears to be paying them an unusual amount of attention.

Neither Sean nor Taylor detects any sign of other kindred; their beasts awaken in response to the buffet of hot blood available, but no other predators are detected.

As they continue to press through the crowd, a song ends, and at that same instant, the lights in the club go out, rendering the club both dark, save for the occasional glowing watch face or cel phone display, and quiet, save for the general murmur of the crowd, punctuated occasionally by a sigh, a grunt or a shout.

[Sean]

Sean bumps and grinds his way through the mass of people, loving the vibes he's getting from all these guys. His sire would love this place, he'd have to mention it if they ever saw each other again.

When the lights go out Sean looks up in anticipation, wondering what's going to happen next.

[DaevaDude]

Narration:

The lights stay off for 30 seconds, perhaps a minute. Some people start to get nervous, but the primary mood Taylor and Sean pick up from listening to the kine surrounding them is one of anticipation.

Then a single red spotlight shines from the ceiling above the dance floor to illuminate a small area on the upper level balcony. There stands a Caucasian man with curly, dark, collar-length hair, dressed in a black suit, shiny black shoes and black gloves. The light makes his skin appear red. Here and there throughout the club, people clap and whistle and cheer.

The man holds up one hand, palm out and extending past the balcony, and all but a few of the club patrons fall silent. The red spot swivels down to the dance floor, leaving the man unlit save for a a dim red backlight, casting his features in shadow. Two women, their heads covered by some sort of hood or veil, stand near him, one to each side, but it is hard to make out any details with the dim backlighting.

The spotlight slowly sweeps the dance floor, and the man's head moves back and forth as he follows the light, looking at the people on the dance floor. Finally he points down onto the dance floor. The spot narrows and shines down, illuminating a single person: a rather plain-looking woman who obviously has put a lot of effort into enhancing her appearance. Her hair is neatly styled, her makeup is carefully applied, and she wears a little black designer dress, cut low to emphasize cleavage, and black heels.

The two women leave the man's side and walk side by side down the staircase to the main floor. As the reach the main floor, another red spot shines upon them. They are garbed in partial nun's habits: White coif and black veil cover their heads, while the black tunic covers only their shoulders, upper arms and chests, cut short enough that the undersides of their breasts can be seen. Along with the partial habits, they wear elbow-length black lace gloves, black lace stockings held up by garter belts, black g-strings and black pumps with very high heels. Each wears a gold chain from which hangs an upside down cross. This same upside-down cross motif, also in gold, is repeated on the fronts of their g-strings.

The two women walk together onto the dance floor, patrons standing aside to let them pass. One goes to each side of the spotlit woman. Taking her by each arm, they lead her off the dance floor and up the stairs. The spot follows them to the top of the stairs, then the club goes dark except for the dim red light on the top level.

The man turns and walks toward the red light, then the club goes entirely dark.

About ten seconds later, the club's normal lights come on; at exactly the same moment a new song blares, heavy bass, driving rhythm and throbbing guitars driving patrons to start dancing again. There is no sign of the man, the woman from the dance floor, or the naughty nuns.