<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Club Afterlife</span></div><div class="floatright">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POHscfRZty8</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GFqQxpo.png)</div><br/>Club Afterlife was themed after the afterlife it was so aptly named after, and no, it wasn't the heavenly paradise for good boys and girls, but the magma-lit underworld housing pits of hedonistic pleasures of the flesh. The atmosphere was dark and foggy, dimly lit by flickering crimson lights that evoked images of hellfire, strobing lasers that lit up clouds of mist, and a dance floor that glowed like it was lava. The staff were dressed as succubi and incubi, and the establishment even borrowed from ancient Greek mythology in the form of its mascot, the very good boy Cerberus, who wore a costume with two extra heads when his doggy self was at work. The music was turned up loud enough to make the one feel the bass beating their chest, and the air smelled of just the faintest trace of smoke to give the fire and brimstone atmosphere its final touch.<br/><br/>Friday night was cosplay night, and the cover was waived for whoever was sporting a good enough outfit. Almost everybody came wearing something, some better than others, to the extent that it would stand out more<em>not</em>to be dressed up. Worst come to worst, the heroines could go as themselves and pretend to be cosplayers cosplaying themselves. That was apparently exactly what Medusa did, as she was sitting at a table in an even-darker-than-the-rest-of-the-place corner, sipping a cocktail and waiting while her hairful of writhing snakes ensured she had the table all to herself. She was expecting Stryka to "wear Asari", however the Cosmic Brick chose to interpret that, while the rest of the heroines had more freedom in both their fashion choices and whether they accompanied Stryka directly or tried to be sneaky and unnoticed by the mercenary supervillainess...