MOJITO NIGHT ☼ open log
WHO: All who wish to attend!
WHAT: MOJITO NIGHT at Somnifery
WHERE: Via Argine Calopinace & Via Paolo Pelicano
WHEN: 9.00 pm to 5.00 am - October 3 [ Day 144 ]
It was a joint marketing venture unlike anything Damien had undertaken before. Standalone business was very profitable, but feeding upon the vices of the city beyond their cravings for alcohol and drugs was an idea he had neglected for far too long. The hostesses were gorgeous, moving about with drinks; their attire and appearance matched their respective areas. Each would perform their own favors, if paid enough, though any explicit business would need to be taken elsewhere.
Damien watched the guests from within the building, partaking in one of his establishment's specialty mojitos as he waited for the time to open the doors. It had been 99 days since he had opened this club for the first time, and in that time he had gathered a tidy profit from this place. It was a promise of many more successful days to come, and this night was only the end of the beginning. He gestured to his guards carelessly, and the doors opened wide.
A turquoise carpet was laid from the main entry to the curb, allowing VIP guests to simply step out of their vehicles before the valet whisked their cars away to parts unseen. As they entered the club, it seemed as if one was entering a submarine city, creating a facade not unlike a modern Atlantis. There seemed to be a myriad of entries in the space, all illusions to frame the steps and threshold to the interior.
Ascending these steps, one would find themselves in the first level of the club, a dance floor of deep blue, dark, winding, electronic dance beats thrumming through the LED floor. The bars were found on the higher levels, beginning with the second floor's hip-hop theme. The room was varying shades of purple, a simple bar running along with walls. One level farther, however, the tone was a blend of hot pink and blacklights, pounding gothic and industrial in the speakers.
Throughout all of these dance floors, there were upraised areas, metal balconies creating a second level for observation and some scattered cages for the patrons to dance in. This layout allowed for a rather eclectic look, letting anyone move about and take a bit of attention if they so desired. Several platforms had been installed for the dancers who were present this evening, employees of the new establishment LUXURIA.
The first floor had a pair of elevators tucked to opposite corners of the room, an architectural anomaly in the setup. A rather large bouncer stood before each, carefully awaiting identification before allowing entry to the black doors. Each of these was the only unlocked access to the upper levels, one for the individual families of the city.
The floor for the Monacello family was a design of modern yet dark tastes, creating an atmosphere just relaxing enough to compliment the calming music while still stimulating the senses. Behind the bar, two smartly dressed bartenders were ready to serve any request, be it for drinks, food orders, or drugs.
The Vescovo level had a lighter taste, though the classic feeling did not interfere with the modernist sense of the area. The bar was the focal point of the room, servers ready to cater to all the needs of their guests.
The party would continue until 5.00 AM, providing nothing disastrous occurred. Damien would do everything in his power to assure that nothing ruined this evening, no matter how drastic the means to his end were.
[ ooc; Music of the party, for your listening pleasure. ♥
Change Style
Satisfaction
Who's Your Daddy?
I Love My Sex
]
WHAT: MOJITO NIGHT at Somnifery
WHERE: Via Argine Calopinace & Via Paolo Pelicano
WHEN: 9.00 pm to 5.00 am - October 3 [ Day 144 ]
It was a joint marketing venture unlike anything Damien had undertaken before. Standalone business was very profitable, but feeding upon the vices of the city beyond their cravings for alcohol and drugs was an idea he had neglected for far too long. The hostesses were gorgeous, moving about with drinks; their attire and appearance matched their respective areas. Each would perform their own favors, if paid enough, though any explicit business would need to be taken elsewhere.
Damien watched the guests from within the building, partaking in one of his establishment's specialty mojitos as he waited for the time to open the doors. It had been 99 days since he had opened this club for the first time, and in that time he had gathered a tidy profit from this place. It was a promise of many more successful days to come, and this night was only the end of the beginning. He gestured to his guards carelessly, and the doors opened wide.
A turquoise carpet was laid from the main entry to the curb, allowing VIP guests to simply step out of their vehicles before the valet whisked their cars away to parts unseen. As they entered the club, it seemed as if one was entering a submarine city, creating a facade not unlike a modern Atlantis. There seemed to be a myriad of entries in the space, all illusions to frame the steps and threshold to the interior.
Ascending these steps, one would find themselves in the first level of the club, a dance floor of deep blue, dark, winding, electronic dance beats thrumming through the LED floor. The bars were found on the higher levels, beginning with the second floor's hip-hop theme. The room was varying shades of purple, a simple bar running along with walls. One level farther, however, the tone was a blend of hot pink and blacklights, pounding gothic and industrial in the speakers.
Throughout all of these dance floors, there were upraised areas, metal balconies creating a second level for observation and some scattered cages for the patrons to dance in. This layout allowed for a rather eclectic look, letting anyone move about and take a bit of attention if they so desired. Several platforms had been installed for the dancers who were present this evening, employees of the new establishment LUXURIA.
The first floor had a pair of elevators tucked to opposite corners of the room, an architectural anomaly in the setup. A rather large bouncer stood before each, carefully awaiting identification before allowing entry to the black doors. Each of these was the only unlocked access to the upper levels, one for the individual families of the city.
The floor for the Monacello family was a design of modern yet dark tastes, creating an atmosphere just relaxing enough to compliment the calming music while still stimulating the senses. Behind the bar, two smartly dressed bartenders were ready to serve any request, be it for drinks, food orders, or drugs.
The Vescovo level had a lighter taste, though the classic feeling did not interfere with the modernist sense of the area. The bar was the focal point of the room, servers ready to cater to all the needs of their guests.
The party would continue until 5.00 AM, providing nothing disastrous occurred. Damien would do everything in his power to assure that nothing ruined this evening, no matter how drastic the means to his end were.
[ ooc; Music of the party, for your listening pleasure. ♥
Change Style
Satisfaction
Who's Your Daddy?
I Love My Sex
]