Well, technically ordered me to meet him, but this isn’t the time to split hairs.
A doorman in hat and tails opens the door for me, nodding solemnly as I pass. I find myself in a dark anteroom lit by a garish red chandelier that throws prisms of scarlet light over the plain black walls. The effect has a startling resemblance to dripping blood.
It seems the Liquid Kitty is, in fact, a portal to hell.
“Good evening,” says a voice to my right. I nearly jump out of my skin.
“Oh. Hello.”
A tall, bald man with linebacker’s shoulders wearing a tuxedo has materialized from behind a black velvet curtain. His gaze flicks over me, quickly assessing. “Are you here to meet a member?”
I looked up the address on my phone but didn’t realize this was a membership club. I thought it was just a regular
