That new club we named....
February 25th, 2013
So...our bad! The new club is named the Duece. I have provided a greater description below. Please forgive the spelling errors, i such at editing.
~Adam
The Deuce: near Times Square. Comprised West 42nd Street between 6th and 8th Avenues.
The little known club known as the Deuce has only recently opened in the city of new york. Located in a back alley in the old red light district of the city, the Duece caters to a very particular cliental. Quickly becoming a favorite hot spot among the Cainites of New York, the Duece club is a mixture between a fetish dungeon and nightclub. Opened in the winter of 2013, the club is owned and operated by the pack the Sisterhood of Diana. Knowing this, it is not surprising to see the quick success the Deuce has had, and also the many similarities to the “Heart” of Montreal fame. Many members of the pack claim lineages or associations with the Widow’s of Montreal. It seems the pack has decided to create a new branch of the Heart, or to create competition.
The entrance to the Deuce is located in the back alley of the former red light district. It is marked with a simple purple door with the carving of the goddess Diana into it. Unsurprisingly, when one enters there are many similarities to the famous Heart of Montreal. The club pounds with sounds of hard industrial music. The building itself is a labyrinth of rooms and corridors. As you enter, one sees the main club area. At the main security and coat check in area (all behind a chain link fence), one enters onto the grand dance floor. In the center of the floor sits a circle bar to which several bar tenders work. At the front of the dance floor lies the DJ booth stationed in what appears to be a church altar. Indeed much of the club seems to be themed with the Catholic Church but with a deviant sexual fetish twist. The bartenders are nuns scantily clad in latex outfits. Small leather collars cover their necks that lead into simple steel o rings to help drive the image home. Several feet off of the large dance floor one can find the various public dungeons. These facilities are open to play and already staffed with numerous Dominatrix’s and Masters. These dungeons tend to be the tamest part of this club and for use for the patrons who wish to experience the beginnings of the "scene" or simply get off being watched. The whole area is behind another chain link fence, separating it from the dance floor but allowing any who wish to view.
Above the dance floor sits a wire frame second floor. It is perfectly designed to view the lower areas of the club and gain some private time when desired. Off of this main area lies the corridors and rooms. One can find any manner of activity going on in them, including dancing, art shows, heated discussions, photo shoots, and of course sexual acts. Much like the Heart of Montreal, anything is possible at the Deuce, for a price. The lighting is soft and everything is covered in hues of deep purples and blues. The smell of incense and myrrh covers the entire club. As one wanders the corridors, they can descend into the lower reaches of the Duece if they so desire. Barring their path is but one simple security guard. One who is likely a Bratovitch.
Assuming you pass, you enter into an ever descending spiral stair case. When you reach the bottom a large double steel door bars your paths. Carved into the steel itself is the image the goddess Diana, though it is not a traditional image. It appears as though the goddess Diana is being bound and tortured. Not in the medieval or classical sense, but with a modern fetish movement twist. If one listens, they could hear screams, moaning, and the rattling of chains. Only those of the sabbat given permission by the Sisterhood of Diana are allowed to enter this area, and or any mortal victim they decide to bring down. As you enter, the walls are lined with bones, real instruments of torture, and various people placed into them or bound by thick chains to the walls and other points provided in the structure. Those who live that enter this area do not leave, they come here to die. Often not by choice as many are fooled into experiencing the greatest fetish of their life by Cainites. Around the room are five statues dedicated to the cardinal sins. The floors are covered in blood, flesh, and other parts. Anything needed for a particular clients “session” can and is provided for by the sisterhood. For a price of course. At the far end of the room lies a grand ceremonial cauldron upon a dais. This cauldron, often called “the embodiment of sin”, contains fresh vitae that seems to almost never run out. If checked, it always has fresh human blood. Few know how the sisters created such a thing, but many suspect thaumturgy, which is not surprisingly consider their relations to the Widow’s. This bottom chamber is often the last stop for many cainites, but indeed there are several cleverly hidden doors for those looking. These rooms are only used when the Sisterhood wishes to speak with someone in private. From the one’s seen, the rooms are often styled after a gothic victorian theme. It is here the sisterhood does private business with the sect when need be. The other rooms are unknown to the sabbat as a whole, for none are ever allowed in. Some suspect it is the personal havens of the pack, others that it is even a lower level of depravity that only the truly elite of the sabbat are allowed to enter.
