-x-The Necropolis Nightclub-x-
Posted: 04 Oct 2011, 02:17
The Necropolis Nightclub
There was no red carpet, no flashing cameras and no screaming girls and boys wanting a first glimpse of the darkest undead. No crowds save the insatiable line backed up around the building of those humans and younger vampires wishing to see the innards of The Dungeon.
The front doors seem to beckon you forth, a veil of darkness, whispering sweet promises of ecstasy. The taste of blood stolen by those gargoyle doorknobs, marking your entrance as either one worthy or denied. There were no tacky bouncers at a register to take your entrance fee, for your cover was covered by your account, should you be low enough in the Mistress' esteem as to require one. As you pass the initial doorways of that stone and glass chapel-like building the black one way glass walls line either side of the initial hall. Should you make it this far the bouncers at the second door shall pay you no mind, unless of course you have already worn out your welcome after those first few steps.
It is this second hallway, the one final passage leading to the third doorway, which lead to the elevators and mid-level dance floor. Silence save for the flicking of flames upon the candelabras that lined the halls, ruling the pervading darkness. The bouncers take note of your approach with grace and candor pulling back the thick red curtain, the pounding of the music's beat throbbing only on the other side.
The elevators, truly the only portal with which to navigate the club, save for the shadows themselves or through the use of supernatural abilities, were immaculately kept cherry wood, not a scratch would be tolerated by the Mistress of this particular venue. VIP rooms down in the basement Oubliette are always on reserve for those guests in need of special services. The balconies reserved for those who found themselves with an invitation.
Welcome to The Dungeon, establishment of Amaranthia, where your dreams can come true, if you will it. As the privacy of our patrons is utmost in our concerns, the building and decks have all been warded by the allurist herself to maintain that level of privacy required for indulgence into the darker side of life, without fear of discovery by any non direct witnesses to your indulgences.
What happens in The Dungeon, does indeed, stay in The Dungeon.
Within The Necropolis one goal has always been that we are able to be ourselves, to be what we are, to be vampires. Part of this, is the practicing of our powers granted unto us by our paths. As long as a power does not spill blood, to take blood, it is not prohibited within the sanctuary. I will not bar someone from The Necropolis for such actions,
Other Exceptions:
There was no red carpet, no flashing cameras and no screaming girls and boys wanting a first glimpse of the darkest undead. No crowds save the insatiable line backed up around the building of those humans and younger vampires wishing to see the innards of The Dungeon.
The front doors seem to beckon you forth, a veil of darkness, whispering sweet promises of ecstasy. The taste of blood stolen by those gargoyle doorknobs, marking your entrance as either one worthy or denied. There were no tacky bouncers at a register to take your entrance fee, for your cover was covered by your account, should you be low enough in the Mistress' esteem as to require one. As you pass the initial doorways of that stone and glass chapel-like building the black one way glass walls line either side of the initial hall. Should you make it this far the bouncers at the second door shall pay you no mind, unless of course you have already worn out your welcome after those first few steps.
It is this second hallway, the one final passage leading to the third doorway, which lead to the elevators and mid-level dance floor. Silence save for the flicking of flames upon the candelabras that lined the halls, ruling the pervading darkness. The bouncers take note of your approach with grace and candor pulling back the thick red curtain, the pounding of the music's beat throbbing only on the other side.
The elevators, truly the only portal with which to navigate the club, save for the shadows themselves or through the use of supernatural abilities, were immaculately kept cherry wood, not a scratch would be tolerated by the Mistress of this particular venue. VIP rooms down in the basement Oubliette are always on reserve for those guests in need of special services. The balconies reserved for those who found themselves with an invitation.
Welcome to The Dungeon, establishment of Amaranthia, where your dreams can come true, if you will it. As the privacy of our patrons is utmost in our concerns, the building and decks have all been warded by the allurist herself to maintain that level of privacy required for indulgence into the darker side of life, without fear of discovery by any non direct witnesses to your indulgences.
What happens in The Dungeon, does indeed, stay in The Dungeon.
Within The Necropolis one goal has always been that we are able to be ourselves, to be what we are, to be vampires. Part of this, is the practicing of our powers granted unto us by our paths. As long as a power does not spill blood, to take blood, it is not prohibited within the sanctuary. I will not bar someone from The Necropolis for such actions,
Other Exceptions:
- Blood play is allowed in The Dungeon between consenting parties.