The door with the image of a pair of fangs

Nicoletta was drawn to the door with the fangs, wondering why such a dissonant image should appear in a dance club. Her body swayed sensually to the pounding beat of the intense techno music as she made her way toward the portal. Other club-goers were dressed similarly to her, while others clothes ranged from drop-dead elegant to lasciviously slutty.

As she reached the doorway, the door itself swung open effortlessly. She crossed the passage and immediately noticed a difference in the music. While the song was the same, obviously piped in from the same source, here it was modulated in such a way as to emphasize the bass and other underlying melodies she couldn't quite identify. The lighting, too, was different. Instead of the sweeping, pulsing beams from the main room, here things were subdued and sultry. Reds dominated the room, but they were deep and sensual reds.

As she was taking all of this in, her eyes caught the image of a woman in a red patent leather bodysuit. While technically the same color as the rest of the room, this red stood out and practically oozed power. Nicoletta literally gasped as she took in the strikingly beautiful form of the woman, whose attire left nothing to the imagination. The skin-tight outfit perfectly encased the woman's oh-so-impressive curves, from her muscular calves and shapely hips to her hourglass waist and perfect breasts. The patent leather seamlessly ran from her impossibly high heels all the way to her neck, and even encased her arms down to her slender fingers. Black talons extended from the tips, deep enough in color to match the woman's coal-black hair which was pulled back into a perfectly-styled ponytail. Makeup complimented her face, from dark eye shadow to crimson lipstick, completing the image of a woman totally in control of everything she surveyed.

"Close your mouth, pet," the vision purred as she approached Nicoletta. "Someone might stick a ball gag in there." At these words Nicoletta shook herself out of her trance (were those vampire canines in her mouth?!), but by then the patent-clad beauty was walking around Nicoletta, dragging one razor-sharp talon along her shoulder as she sauntered behind. Nicoletta jumped when the woman leaned in close and whispered, "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into by coming here, do you?"

"No..." Nicoletta managed to gasp, feeling the other woman's breath on her neck. The woman's patent leather creaked menacingly as she snuggled in to spoon Nicoletta from behind, her hands finding natural purchase on Nicoletta's hips. "That's all right, pet," she cooed. "You'll find out soon enough."

Nicoletta shuddered, though from fear or anticipation she couldn't tell.