The woman shruggs. "It's down the hall," she says gesturing, "on your left. Just don't poke through her things. Jezebel doesn't like that. Oh and stay in the office. People really shouldn't wander around back there."
"Um, thanks."
The hallway is full of alcoves and doorways. Candles are scattered throughout, providing the only illumination. It's a little quieter, the club's music is muffled but still audible. The office door is at the end of the hallway. Across from it is another stairwell, shrouded in shadows. You peer at it, trying to figure out where it goes. All you can see is a faint red glow, presumably coming from the landing. Turning, you enter Jezebel's office.
Although it's not flooded with light, the room is still considerably brighter than the hallway. Your eyes ache a little, having acustomed themselves to the gloom of the club. Directly in front of you is a large foyer.
This site still under construction.