The Crypt
With a barely concealed shiver, Nicola steps closer to the dusty window, leaning in so she can get a better look at the strange and twisted scenes unfolding within The Crypt. Her gaze takes in the sights and sounds of the dark revelry within - strippers gyrating to pounding music, werewolves and vampires feasting on plates of blood-red meat, girl-eaters licking their lips hungrily as they watch pruriently from the shadows. The smell of cooking meat and the sounds of lewd laughter fill Nicola's nostrils, making her heart race faster still. A group of gothic grave-robbers dance and drink, their maggot ridden bodies swaying to the beat of dark music that echoes with sinister intent. In one corner, a woman is bound and gagged, her struggling form straining uselessly against her bonds as she watches the debauchery unfold.
And then there's that strip poker table... and behind it, the gates of purgatory yawning in wait for those unfortunate ladies that venture and lose.
