(Read OOC first:<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=48549">http://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;t=48549</a><br/><br/>The night is dark. Stars could not be seen from the city streets. The moon was hidden behind clouds. Just a few streets ahead life was bustling around the various clubs, cafes and restaurants. However, here it was relatively quiet. Just a few humans were wandering around, only concerned with their own matters. Those that were alone walked quickly while not looking around. Some were in pairs, several of them seemed like they couldn’t wait to get off the streets to get into each other’s pants. A few indeed didn’t wait in a dark corner thinking that nobody would notice. No one was concerned with a lone figure leisurely strolling around. It was in this quiet area where his objective was.<br/><br/>There was no sign before the stairs going down below a normal looking house. At the bottom of the stairs there was a massive looking door. He opened it with the ease a human would use to lift a piece of paper. Behind the door was a small space covered in shadows. Only a small light illuminated yet another door, just a few steps in front of him. As he approached that door, a big figure could be made out from the shadows next to the door. The door itself was made of wood with a relatively simple design carved along the edges. The big figure slightly moved, as if to only make his presence known, but didn’t hinder him from entering through this door.<br/><br/>He knew exactly what the purpose of that big figure next to the door was. It was the Doorkeeper, a creature whose purpose it was to make sure that only “invited guests” would enter these rooms. It had an approximately human figure, just about two metres high and broad enough to completely block the door from view. He knew that the Doorkeeper was not human, but what exactly it was remains unknown. When he had just begun coming here, he was held up for the first few decades by him. Apparently all venues like this one had a doorkeeper of some sort. The criterion for being allowed to enter was not exactly pleasant either. The doorkeeper had a small flashlight, whose light consisted of a weaker type of sunlight. Anyone that wanted to enter had to let him shine it on their hand for a moment. If the skin showed a burn that started to heal immediately, then the Doorkeeper would allow entrance. He did not know what happened to those that did not show this “proof” and probably he didn’t want to know either. After a few decades, the Doorkeeper seemed to recognize him and started to let him pass without “judging” him.<br/><br/>Behind the door, lay a vast room. It was designed in a roughly modern, Victorian style. The lighting was a little dim but none of the visitors here would mind that, nor would it hinder them. On the left there was a long bar made of solid dark oak. It was purely for decoration as there was only one drink that was being served here. Still, it gave the room a nice atmosphere and provided an opportunity to sit down for those that didn’t want to sit at the tables on the right side. Those tables were made of the same dark oak as the bar. Each of them had room for about four people to sit there on the chairs placed around them.<br/><br/>He continued to walk inside, past the bar and the tables. The dance floor was also ignored by him as he made his way to the back. Here the floor had a thick, soft dark coloured carpet. The back was arranged as a lounging area. There were all kinds of niches were one could relax while still having an eye on everything. One of those niches was never occupied, no matter at which time. Although the night was still young so it was not very busy at the moment. In that one particular niche stood a comfortable looking chair, covered in dark red velvet with a small table next to it, made of the same dark oak as all the other furniture. As long as it was not in that one particular annoying shape, he didn’t mind the use of oak that much. He even found that it gave the room a particular flair in combination with the lighting and the types of cloth used. On that side table stood a single glass with a red liquid in it. This red liquid was the only drink that was being served in this club, or in any other of these exclusive venues. He knew what this red liquid was although he never drank it. It was always freshly placed on this table especially for him. He sometimes wondered why he was being continued to being served this although he never touched it. Maybe it was out of respect towards his age, he didn’t know. The red liquid was blood, treated with an anticoagulant so that it would stay in its liquid form. It had been collected from drunk individuals that had partied to their hearts content, probably only a few streets away. They only collected from those that had drunk so much that they would have severe memory loss the next day and thus wouldn’t remember what had happened. The loss of blood was covered by the other symptoms of alcohol overconsumption. There was no need to test the blood for any diseases because the only people that would consume these drinks were immune against all of them. However, several preferred “pure” blood, free of impurities like diseases. Interesting was that nobody seemed to care for blood groups. The younger ones appeared to really like this drink. They imagined that they were able to get drunk from the alcohol in it, while others just imagined the same effect from the blood alone. More than once this caused full sexual orgies on the dance floor. He just preferred to watch the others have fun, never joining in. Just like how he preferred to provide for his own meals instead of being served here. In the end this was no free restaurant providing endless meals for those that want it. The ones that thought like that were always quickly being re-educated in that matter.<br/><br/>He sat down in “his” chair. This was the place where he always sat. Strangely it had  never been occupied in the last few centuries that he had been frequenting his club. By now he was well known by other frequent guests. Some older ones liked to ask him for advice every now and then. He was not particularly fond of the special service that he received, like that drink that was always already standing ready for him. But taken as a whole he liked it here. He sighed in content. Let’s see what this night still has in store. Here in the exclusive vampire club “Filii Noctis”.