Will you dismiss the warning of the crazy old man and move on with the party?

Mary is back! Susan is probably in the back waiting for you with the surprise. Despite the fact you hate surprises, you will indulge Mary's little game until the end. Someday you'll get back to her for that...

"The bridal suite is all set... Would you mind following me, my queen of the night?" She says extending a hand in your direction.

You stand and followed by your posse you push your way through the crowd in the wake of your friend. Mary actually managed to get you six VIP passes to the backrooms of the Coffin Club. That's quite impressive. The infamous backrooms... Since the club opened, a wave of rumors has spread among the night clubber community of the city. Cradle of all fantasies, holy grail of the city's nightlife, if the Coffin Club is select, its backrooms are simply closed for renovations. It is said that anything can happen there, the best drinks, the best DJs, the most beautiful people... If a movie star or a rock legend comes through town, he gets a small black and red invitation to get back there. Some rumors even talk of satanic rituals and depraved orgies but, in your opinion, that's the Coffin Club marketing department doing a great job. So far you haven't met a soul that has actually gone in there and came back out to talk about it.

The door to the place is quite unimpressive. Mary opens it and, bending over, shows you the way in an ample and pompous movement of the arm. The small corridor she walks you through is lit by chandeliers hanging from the walls. It looks a bit cheap, this is disappointing. None the less you are extremely touched by your friend's gift.

You are introduced into a large room. This is better! The walls are covered with large red drapes with strange glowing glyphs. The furniture smells expensive, it´s essentially composed of large couches that would perfectly qualify for a pretty decent roman orgy. In the middle of the room, a circular bar seems to offer all the alcohols in the world, and then some. Susan standing behind said bar is disguised as a club waitress: pale skin, reddish lenses, pointy ears and long and beautiful fangs. She smiles as you approach.

"Look" she says pulling down her bra revealing a bit too much of her anatomy you'd care to see, "they even gave me the bite marks"

She takes a tray with six champagne flutes on it. She walks the room offering them around with deference. Mary is standing in the middle of your friends.

“Gather round, gather round, my friends. Please step closer. Tonight, in the inner sanctum of the most exclusive Club of this city,” she starts, “we are here to celebrate the **** of our good friend.”

It’s a poor choice of words.

“We are also here to celebrate her rebirth as a committed ****.”

Really poor choice of words.

“And for this celebration, I have asked Mistress Persephone, the proud owner of this Club, to provide us with the most exquisite entertainment.”

The lights dim and from a hidden door a muscular figure appears.