The nightclub with in a mansion
As our elevator descended what seemed like forever, we finally slowed down to a complete stop. The contraption above, squeaked and squealed, until it stopped with a heavy thump. Stepping out of what looked very similar from the first room we'd initially came from, we stepping out in a waiting room of sorts. Funky carpet shaggy and pink conformed to my boots. The walls were black, neon pictures and drawings were lit up by a bright blue glow. The walls were sound proof, Gina informed me as we walked down a long hallway. It was like I was caught up in some psychedelic nightmare. My bag and Gina's bags were left by the elevator entrance, she expressed firmly that no one would be able to mess with our stuff. No one else knew about this " secret " entrance, no one meaning creatures of the
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