The dark customized limo rolled up behind 'The Kling Klang' Klub, it's engine purring quietly, tinted windows hiding it's passenger within.  Loud music blared, filling the night with chaos, as several clubs competed for dominance in this section of the factory city, acid jazz and disco pouring out of their doors.  The sky was filled with dark clouds, blotting the moon and the stars out.  Not that they could be seen normally, masked by the Glare of neon lights that called out to the workers and drones of the city.<br/><br/>Behind the pub, it was dark.  Vague figures could be seen hidden in the shadows, lost souls, drunk on wine and ale.  Soft light spilled out of the rear door and an ally way lead to the street behind and the main entrance.  Kling Klang's beckoned.  Known for it's less savory entertainments, it was a place one went to forget the boredom of the day.  Strippers and gambling, good times and better Ale.  Those are what awaited it's Patrons.  Everyone was welcome at Kling Klangs.