"You can try to run me out of town; I'll burn this shit down to the ground. " - Witch Hunt; Chandler Leighton, DEZI
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Ren smirks maliciously as she relaxes back into a luxurious black leather seat in the center of the empty room on the top floor of Hotel Inferno. Ren has elected to take a page from Mephisto's book and enjoy a little time in Las Vegas herself. The Sword of Creation stands before her, the black blade embedded into the floor of the open room and as her eyes gaze into the flame, it slowly morphs into a dark shade of red. The illumination of the crimson energy branches out in veins across the room, across the building, and eventually engulfs the entire city. It's about time the City of Sin truly embraced its title. She turns in her chair and looks out into the city to see the skies darken and a soft shade of red tints the entire scenery.
The succubus smiles in contentment and she exits the floor, leaving the sword embedded into the infrastructure. She turns and wards the door shut with Sanguis Sorcery, a signature that even the strongest of sorcery wielders would find near impossible to break. The hallways are lightly illuminated in that same red glow, matching the rest of the sinful aura that holds the city captive. She smiles mischievously, entering the elevator and making her way to the main floor of the demonic tower.
When the elevator door opens, a feast fit for a succubus is revealed. The lobby had been replaced with strip club decor and patrons from all walks of life cave to their dark urges. A sultry crimson glow bathes the space, its walls adorned with macabre art that hints at sensuous secrets. The room's illumination is both eerie and captivating. Diamond-shaped wall lights, reminiscent of distorted windows, cast a dark red tint across the space. These lights, combined with steel wall candle holders, create an atmosphere of forbidden allure. The candle holders, masterfully crafted, are decorated with steel wolf skulls, their glowing red eyes seeming to watch every patron with a predatory gaze. The flickering flames dance in rhythm with the seductive beats, casting wavering shadows that play tricks on the eyes, making it hard to discern where reality ends and the supernatural begins. At the heart of it all, a large rectangular stage spans across the room, shrouded in ethereal mist, playing host to otherworldly dancers, their performances a bewitching blend of the sensual and the supernatural. Their movements lure in patrons with eyes aflame with insatiable hunger. Across from the stage is an infernal bar offering elixirs of ecstasy and damnation, and, of course, Ren's favorite, Hellfire Whiskey. Private chambers, cloaked in shadow, hold crimson silks, velvet cushions, and exotic scents, where the most intimate desires can be explored. The haunting, seductive melody that pervades the air seems to weave a web of temptation, drawing all deeper into the abyss of desire. The scenery is perfectly suited for the patrons of Las Vegas to engage in a twisted dance of pleasure and torment, embodying the very essence of infernal temptation.
