The Club Proper

The club itself was pretty much what she had expected, mood lighting cast a array of chairs and lounge beds scattered across the floor. Only the bar was well lit, with a attractive young woman stood behind it.

Only in Black Hollow could you get a club like this, Maria thought to herself as she moved over to the bar.

There were six other people in the club at that moment, not including staff members, and every one of them was a woman. A casual observer might have looked at the group, who were sitting in one of the clusters of chairs, and see nothing but a group of couples having a pleasant chat. Of course a more careful eye would pick out the hands that vanished under dresses or into bras. Her work had taken her to more than a few places like this in her time and Maria wondered what they are like in the rest of the world. In a city with so few men these clubs tended to be more meeting places for gay swingers and fronts for male prostitutes to ply their trade.

Ordered her drink and scanned the room again, the club stretched further along. Seeming to end in some kind of stage or throne like thing. There seemed to be someone sitting down there but in the low lighting it was hard to make out.

Picking up the drink when it arrives she heads down the room. In here there don’t seem to be any clocks so she had no idea how much time she has left.