The Crescent Moon Nightclub (Vers)

[Fish Stick]

The Crescent Moon was surprisingly large and well-kept, considering that it lay on the edges of one of Vers' seedier districts. It was a tall building, two stories high and all red brick.

Rather than a protruding sign, the Crescent had a mural on its storefront. It portrayed an elven woman with silvery skin, and eyes and hair like night. She was nude, unabashedly so, but in an artful way rather than a solely erotic one. She flaunted her luscious curves, and extended a hand that held a yellow apple to the viewer; the hand on her hip had an onyx-beaded rosary. Her head tipped lightly to the left; a silver crown, adorned with a two-horns-exalted crescent, restrained her black tendrils of hair. The building's name wrapped around the very bottom of the picture, in elegant script, again and again and again.

There were no windows on the first floor, but several on the second; however, they were all curtained and shut and one could see dim yellow candlelight through the white drapes.

Steps led up to the only visible door, on the first floor. A slim human lady with frizzed orange hair, a stark white lined face, and a long red silk gown took ten crown notes for entry as she propped the door open. There was always a short line in front of the door, the people's faces halfway illuminated by the light that poured out of the entrance. Occasionally, a group would edge their way past the pallid lady bouncer, their faces flushed with excitement as they left.

Upon entry, one was immediately assaulted by a kaleidescopic room of bright yellow light, airy reed or delicate strings at a frantic beat, and vivid color. Everyone danced and swished their festive local garb while tonight's band played on the platform to the left; to the right was a bar, replete with a sandy-haired, befreckled bartender of a slight frame. Straight ahead, there were two staircases, one up, one down; both led to sturdy, locked doors.

And in the meanwhile, handsome and beautiful people of both sexes, most races, and varying states of undress shimmied about in such a sexually arousing manner that they seemed professional dancers. The air was heavy with smoke, alcohol, and adrenaline.


OOC: Post originally written by Nimh.

NPCS: Bartenders of all races except Faeries and Orcs.
Crowd members of all races except Faeries and Orcs.