Club_PG
Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes
Three towers make up the club. The center is the largest, it has nine floors. The left wing and tower are the archives, and the right wing along with the right tower are The_PG's private quarters. Here are some descriptions:
Level 1 of the Club:
inceptor
A laser filled club scene. Green lasers criss-cross smokey darkness. There are black coaches with dim pink & blue lights around the entire room. Separated from the large dance floor in the middle by lower ceilings which keep a portion of the deep bass music from completely interrupting any form of communication. The bar takes up the wall opposing the front door, and is lit with aqua blue lighting built into the glass bar tops, and plenty more fixed underneath each bottle of the hundreds of different bottles of alcoholic beverages. The beer taps glow in green, blue, or pink and stretch down from the ceiling all along the bar.
The 2nd Floor
delectatio morosa
Keeping the same scene as the first level so that at first you suspect little to nothing is different. The only noticeable changes are the lack of lighting, and of smoke. Here only green lasers and green strobe lights are used, and the strobes lights only when something is happening. The bar is on the same end as before, but there is no bar tender, it is automated and also dimly lit. Complimentary dry cleaning available for spills. The music here is loud and specifically designed to get the heart racing. To insight the beginnings of lust. There are no tables. Just love seats and couches around the corner of the room. All are shrouded in beads of silk sheets of black that hang from the ceiling. A steady green light brightens them slightly from the inside.
The 3rd Floor
a bene placito
While the previous two floors are all about getting things going. The third lounge is simply a relaxing atmosphere with soft music. However, an aphrodisiac chemical floats through the air constantly, so resting here often gets people moving again. Roman style couches and beds encircle large circular tables. There is no dance floor, but rather a large circular bar in the middle of the room. This is the last floor where there is no dress code.. This floor has two elevators, and two separate sets of stairs. One goes up, and the other down. The one going up warns:
Dress code and club agreement in effect. Proceed at your own risk.
It is here that you must sign to an agreement of confidentiality if you wish to proceed upstairs. You must also turn in any devices that can tell time (watches, cell phones, iPod's and the like) if you are called a message will be brought to you by courier, discreetly, and any call will be monitored. If you refuse to sign, enjoy the first three levels freely.
The 4th Floor
luxuria incipio
Dress Code: Women - White top & bottom. Men - White top.
Lit entirely by black lights this floor is where the fun really begins. Glow in the dark paint, condoms, and toys float about the room. Every few minutes mists of water cascade down from the ceiling. The musics pulse is loud and hard, just like those that wish to party here. Rooms are partitioned only by white silk, but the loud music blurs out all but the loudest moans, groans, and shrieks. White tee shirts (men/women's), mini-skirts, summer dresses, and glow paint are for sale in the lobby to this floor. You can buy them new or used. The used ones are typically from previous customers who didn't end up leaving with their clothes on. They are cleaned carefully.
The 5th Floor
lconstringo constrixi constrictum
Dress Code: Women - White tops & panties only. Men - White shirts. Boxers or PJ pants allowed.
The fifth floor is lit in a strange combination of gray scale and white lasers. The effect is an eery X-ray look that stands out on the white clothes that everyone must be wearing along with the glossy black leather that is used heavily. The most dominating feature of this floor besides the lighting is the heavy amount of oddly shaped furniture, and rope. It dangles from every rafter with pulleys and connectors everywhere. The games here are not as lighthearted as the floor beneath, but rather more somber and painful, yet still filled with lust and fun of course, much lighter still then the floor above. Any number of imaginable toys are available from the bartender, and ushers stand nearby to help with any number of complicated ties and furniture.
The 6th Floor
linfinitas infinitio tormina
Dress Code: Women - Collars only & must wear. Men - White shirts. Boxers or PJ pants allowed.
The 6th floor is for those slaves, submissive, captured, or rebellious women who didn't learn when to shut the fuck up. Machines dot the room and are circled with bright metallic bars that reach the ceiling. Each has a key and the bartender has all of them. One usher for each machine contains the other. Those women who need these machines are brought here and locked for as long as their master desires to the unending and unceasing machines. Being without emotion and containing and endless amount of energy machines are first used on the slave before she is brought to the next floor.
The 7th Floor
doctus dolor scelus sceleris
Dress Code: Whatever I want you to wear.
This is a place of pain. Not so many machines as below, or ropes or toys, but much nastier stuff instead. Barbed wire covered posts dot one corner of the massive room, nooses hang from the ceiling, and in the center of the room is a large raised stage upon which is not a bench, but a wooden barrel stains a reddish black color. Four eye bolts have chains threaded through them and they lie like snakes pointing towards the barrel. It is glass smooth, so worn from use. There are smooth scratches across it's surface, and upon the stage, where whips and other sharp objects fell or missed their target.
One thirty foot section of the wall in the room contains knives. Another, whips; bull whips and real cats. The room smells of disinfectant, and there is no music here. In fact every sound is muffled. At the door there are ear plugs, ear muffs, blindfolds, gags, and chokers that can replace a slaves collar if needed.
This is a place where tears, and pain rule.
Screams and sobs do not echo, but fade.
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