North

You wander north onto the pedestrianised road which apparently made up the majority of Futa town’s night life. Marking the entrance to this strip was a large pub, with stylish wooden panels and frosted windows emitting a welcoming orange glow.

To the right was a bar, which seemed a much dingier establishment, with fly posted adverts covering it’s walls and a big, industrial looking doors. One of these doors being left ajar was the only thing to indicate the venue was open.

Further along the street was the club, the source of the booming music and a neon sign which you struggled to read. It must be quite a popular club because the queue stretched half way down the building. They were all tall women wearing their best going out clothes: short skirts, elegant pant suits and even some risqué dresses with barely enough material to be called clothing, which particularly caught your eye. At the front of the queue was a bouncer, a terrifying women, standing a clear foot taller than any other there, with a scowling face, clear muscles and dark hair pulled into a pony tail.

Further along the road there were some dark doorways and a staircase, almost out of sight from the main street but which you saw a dark figure furtively going into.