Inside the Nightclub

There's no doubt in your mind, the concerns about your power being fake are gone; it's the real deal. You leave the outdoors behind, entering the building you sought admission into. Rounding the corner inside you see a set of double doors at the end of a spartan hallway, illuminated by a faint stream of colors between the cracks. You step down the hallway, the walls to your sides begin to blend into darkness as the lights and music behind the double doors overwhelm your senses.

You push the double doors open, entering a large open room filled with people gilded by bright lights drowned in a sick beat. You step to the side for a moment, trying to adjust your senses to this over stimulation of colors and sounds.

You can't count the numbers of people on the floor, only making a rough estimate that there's over a couple hundred of them. From their faces you can see a majority of them are dudes, explaining the bouncer's **** to letting you inside; the place is a sausage fest.

A DJ stands at the far end of the room, standing on a stage spectacularly lit by shades of blue, pink, and orange. The same can be said for the bar to the side of the expanse, though to a different extent of intensity. Your eyes are drawn to the side opposite the bar, however, taking notice of a permanent scaffolding surrounded by tinted windows, with dark curtains draped below lit in a pleasant gold luster; The VIP Zone.

You turn your attention back to the crowd in the center, raving and shouting, though it's impossible to distinguish what they're saying. You've been standing in your cozy corner for a while now, and maybe it's time to make a decision on where to go...