If the pack headed down, the stairs gave way to a cramped and noisy casino.  Rows of slot machines and tables formed a maze, while hallways headed off at seemingly random angles to other parts of the resort.  The roof was lower than was normal, giving the entire area a dungeon-like feel.  The staff were dressed as devils and demons in this part of the resort, their uniforms, male and female, looking more like slutty Halloween costumes than anything related to work.  The place was crowded with tourists and gamblers, and there was an almost overload of smells, sights, and sounds, as the group passed through the area.<br/><br/>There was a dance club down a short hallway, a sign labelling it as the Lake of Fire.  The entire dance floor was made up of glowing screens of orange and red that flashed and changed in time with the beat of a techno song.  The woman got a few looks as she began her, unique, moves.  However, given the location, people had seen stranger.<br/><br/>The night club seemed like as good a place as any of the group wanted to score drugs.  People were clustered into groups, talking, trading numbers and packages.  Booths were occupied by unconscious or clearly drugged individuals, and a few people that were definitely not right in the head moved about the dance floor.  All of these seemed to go unnoticed by the regular patrons, but stood out to anyone that was truly watching.