<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">As the moon fought the sun for dominance over the nights sky the Bunker came to life once again. As its doors opened music flooded out into the street from the dark red dimly lit stair case that led to the club. From a small balcony that over looked the dance floor the club's owner Viktor stood surveying his kingdom. The tall, muscular, heavilly tattooed, bald german was clad simply in a brown leather dog style muzzle that covered his mouth, a pair of black combat pants that were tucked into a pair of knee high black combat boots. His heavilly tattooed arms and torso were on show to the world along with the silver rings that peirced both his nipples. His ice blue eyes glistened in the red strobe lights that danced across the surfcaces of the room to the beat of the music that was 'Rammstein - Pussy'. The perverted metal song boomd from the clob's PA system as if the band were playing live as customers began to flock from the cold Berlin streets to the hot sticky underworld that was The Bunker.</span></b>