The Inferno 2 - First Impressions

The ride to the club is pretty long since it's located in the industrial area of Cologne. The train bringing you from Bonn to Cologne shows nothing out of the ordinary - which is a feat in and of itself considering it's the Deutsche Bahn - but the same can't quite be said about the bus ride thereafter. Most of the people on here are very clearly headed the same way that you and Zoey are. Almost everyone wears some sort of jacket or coat but it's easy enough to spot hints or even entire pieces of different costumes or makeup. There's a group of four semi-young looking folks sitting a few rows in front of you with two of them facing your way, meaning against the driving direction. That's when it gets...peculiar.

They appear to be talking about the costumes and one of the two facing your way is a girl, late twenties if you had to guess. She has these typical devil horns on her head and some dark makeup, so nothing particularly special. However, in the midst of their conversation, she unbuttons her coat and pulls it open to reveal what's underneath to her friends: Her upper body is exclusively "covered" in a fishnet top and cross-shaped tapes over her nipples. The girl is essentially topless. And by showing her friends she accidentally straight up flashed you and Zoey. Then she closes her coat with a mischievous eyebrow-wiggle at her friends.

Zoey and you exchange a look. Yep, she saw just as much as you did. "Well, damn." is Zoey's thoughtful analysis and indeed, you are very much inclined to agree. Those were pretty nice titties too. "I admire her confidence." you reply with a genuine level of respect.

"Hehe, you could pull of a move like that." Zoey grins, nudging you.

"Yeah, no, but thanks."

"Pff, your tits are fantastic. And you look hot in fishnets." she claims unbothered.

"Well... everyone looks good in fishnets." you deflect, though you find yourself appreciating her compliment. Zoey has praised your boobs on numerous - numerous - occasions but while you never grow tired of hearing her say it, it's just simply not in your nature to feel overly confident about your body. You're not particularly insecure either, just... modest. Some C-cups hardly move a mountain, even if you really can't complain about their shape. Whatever, you're content with them and Zoey loves them, case closed.

At around 10 pm you finally arrive at the location, a what looks to be repurposed warehouse of sorts. The large brick building looks relatively unremarkable from the outside, aside from the red LED signage spelling out INFERNO above the industrial iron door. The old windows have long been bricked up, so there's no way of peaking inside. By the entrance where a big burly bald bouncer works the line you can hear muffled techno music emanating from within.

Interestingly, the bouncer doesn't merely check IDs as it seems. The people in front of you also appear to open their coats, presumably to show their costumes. Seems like you have to be in costume to get in tonight. Well, good thing Zoey and you came prepared! The devil girl and her friends from earlier just passed through without any issues. Now it's your turn. You step up and, just like the ones before you, you open your jacket to present your outfit. "Hm. ID?" the bouncer rumbles, sounding less than impressed by your burned witch look. To be fair, you have the unfortunate task of following up the devil lady who was essentially topless. Still, this took work! Probably much more than the tit strips! Whatever, you show your ID and the guy lets you inside. Zoey behind you shows him her undead getup to which he nods without even checking her ID and waves her inside. Does she look older than you? Well, she is two years older but still, you get checked and she doesn't? You're 23 so it's not like you look particularly teen-y. Well, the dude probably just wants to be safe on your account while Zoey... well, no one 17 and under has muscle like she does. We'll let it slide.

Once you step inside you are confronted with a completely new environment. Everything is bathed in a menacing, yet alluring red light that comes from tubes installed at the joints of the ceiling and the floor. You're not in the dance hall yet, but the music already makes the walls tremble. Before you can get further inside you arrive at a cloakroom counter where a young, pink-haired girl with small bat wings attached to her back takes jackets, handbags and... phones? Indeed, right by the counter you spot a sign that prohibits bringing phones beyond that point. Well, that's weird.

The last girl in front of you takes off her coat and reveals herself in a whole ass BDSM getup. Corset, thigh-high boots, garters, gloves, the whole deal and all black leather. NO ONE can tell you this is supposed to be a costume. The pink-haired cloakroom girl doesn't even look surprised though; she merely compliments her for the fit. And the woman simply smiles back wistfully before joining her fishnet devil friend. This is a strange club, man...

When you put your phone inside your jacket and take said jacket off to hand it over to the pink-haired girl, she smiles as she inspects you. "Ooh, I love that! Bit modest, but the idea if fire!" she cheers and takes your jacket.

"Haha, yeah, thank you. I didn't know people went that... all-out here." you reply and nod towards the BDSM lady's direction. The girl smiles seemingly confused at that. "Why wouldn't they? I mean this is a- oh, wow." she begins but immediately gets distracted once Zoey takes off her jacket next to you. She's wearing nothing underneath besides her short, ripped shirt, exposing her muscular, tattooed arms and stomach with the gory makeup on them to great effect. "What a body, holy! Wait, are you two dating?" asks the Pinky.

"Yep, that's my girl." Zoey answers proudly, patting your ass and pulling you into a possessive one-armed hug. "Haha, I know a gay couple when I see one!" Pinky cheers happily and hands Zoey her counter chip. "Enjoy your night!".

With that said and done, you move on towards the music. A heavy double-door stands before you and as you swing it open, you are blasted by a wall of raw sound, stroboscopic light, and the tangible, electric scent of anticipation. There's still a short corridor to go through before it seems to open up into a big hall. But before you can get there, you're about to pass two people, a guy and a girl. And you come very quickly to the realisation that those two... they are not just making out. No, the dude is... he's straight up fingering her. And she's just standing there, moaning, buckling, in nothing more but lingerie and her panties are already lying at her ankles. In plain sight.

You look over at Zoey who watches the same thing unfurl before turning to you with a wide smile on her face. "Oh, I like this place!"