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Your
hostess guides you to door at the end of the main hall and points you to
a room. Standing outside the room you can hear nothing... but you feel something...
what is behind the door? You turn to ask your hostess, but she is gone...
well, there's only one way to find out... with shaky hand you reach for
the doorknob... As the door swings open you are assailed with the sounds of the best music out there (at least in your hostess's opinion). Closing the door, you head straight for the dance floor, pausing only for a moment as you notice that it seems to look an awful lot like a torture chamber.... |
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Welcome
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Who's
Playing...
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