Dark Fantasia: Pleasurable Nightmares

Nicoletta was entering a nightclub, but not just any nightclub: this club had a reputation for being strange. Rumors of it being almost haunted only made people more curious, but it only allowed certain people in. The statues that surrounded the place looked menacing with their cloaks and scythes and batlike wings, and some wondered whether trying to enter without permission would incur their wrath. Nicoletta had been fortunate enough to make friends with someone who had access to it, and that friend had spoken to the club's proprietors and allowed her entry.

She certainly looked exquisite, with her ocean of long, dark hair that trailed down her front and back; the cute black bow that she had placed in it; her black lips and eyeliner; her elegant gothic dress clinging to her every dire curve. Her tightly-buckled corset kept her waist thin, and pushed up her large, succulent breasts. They were partly covered at the outer sides by the upside-down V that her black satin capelet made. Her semi-transparent fingerless gloves had a black leaf pattern, and she wore a suggestively short skirt to show off her thigh-high PVC boots, which were shiny and sensual and gave great contrast to her smooth pale flesh. Her expression was that of posh naughtiness.

From the outside, it looked less like a club and more like a cathedral. Besides the statues, the place was decked with pillars and gargoyles and an elaborate staircase that led up to the entrance, a pair of extravagant crimson doors, which stood out because the rest of the building was entirely black. When Nicoletta entered, a pair of bouncers at the door checked for her name.

"Nicoletta," she introduced herself as, her French accent evident.

They allowed her in through the doors. She walked inside gracefully, her body snaking left and right as she moved. Little did she know the supernatural lust she would find inside.

There was a dance floor, but there were many doors leading to many other rooms. People were entering and exiting some of them freely, and Nicoletta knew that any doors that were for private parties or employees only would be marked as such. As it was, several doors caught her eye. One showed an image of a bed, with the silhouette of a mysterious winged being sitting at its edge. Another showed an image of a pair of fangs. A third shows the image of an inscribed pentagram. There were many other doors, as well, though Nicoletta could not see them all--some of the dancers were in the way.