The tinted windows hid the bright lights that hid behind them and the music that shook them. To an outsider, all they saw was a brick building with a long line that began with a set of double doors with the letters 'XVI' written above them. Once, and if, they were permitted inside, the interior of the night club was unlike anything else.
Lights seemed to follow your every move, entrancing you as the beat of whatever song thumped in the background. Blue, pink and purple lights danced around the club, even lighting the bar that seemed to stretch far.
It was an addiction.
As people grew drunk, they were slowly removed from the floor. Friends did not notice the absence of their companions as strangers enticed them to dance and drink the unique beverages offered.
Everybody tries to go here. The infamous XVI. No matter what group you preferred to hang out with or if you were a lone wolf; you are welcome.
Even the rogues.
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Neon Atmosphere
WerewolfShe's standing on the edge of the world with every sin telling her to jump into the den of the Alpha headfirst. Would you do it? Or would you fight for to maintain your mentality rather than your passion?
