You enter....

The door opens and music hits you like a wave, washing over you and out the partially open door. You stand stunned, unable to register anything but the pulse of the bass for a minute. It's dark, lit only by christmas tree lights strung across the ceiling. In front of you in a doorway blocked by a heavy velvet curtain. To your left is another doorway, and you can just make out the outline of a staircase. A check-in desk, rather like the ones found in hotels is on your right, manned by a black clad woman.

"Can I help you?"

The words seem to formulate inside your mind, and you turn towards the woman. She stops plaiting her firey hair and asks you again. You can't tell if her lips moved. Approaching her, you shout in order to be heard.

"My car broke down a few blocks away. Is there a phone I could use to call AAA?"

The red head frowns and winds the last of her braids on top of her head. "We don't have any phones down here. Jezebel has one somewhere. She's on dinner break right now, but she'll be back soon. If you want, you can go hang out in the club or you can wait in her office. She'll find you either way."

Seeing your hesitation she adds, "The door's right behind you. It's not like you're being held against your will."