She was impressed by how well the old Victorian mansion converted over to a nightclub. They tore down most of the downstairs walls, leaving only major supporting walls and pillars. It opened the entrance right up into the dance floor. The large kitchen with its island counter with marble top was instantly chosen to be the bar area, settled into the perfect little corner surrounded by booths for people to sit and socialize. The DJ's spot was opposite the bar on the other side and the large dance floor in between. The entire place was painted black, with bright green detailing and sheer green drapes wrapped around the columns and pillars. The lights flashed with the music and but the only real illumination came from the bar area, leaving much of the rest of the club dim. A name for the place still escaped her, but it didn't seem to matter, people still found the place and they kept coming back, bringing friends the next night. Though the second floor was a much different story. The stair case had a wrought iron handrail, twisted to look like vines and flowers. There was more of the drapery, twisted around the railing. It lead to a lavishly furnished balcony that wrapped around a small portion of the second floor and opened up to offer a view of the dancers below. The hallways that led away from it were covered with more drapes, those these were heavier and made of a velvet. It had a completely different feel to it than the energized ground floor, and a completely different purpose. One she hoped the mortal patrons of her nightclub wouldn't figure out. She was rather new to this business. Thankfully the younger members of her coven had given her tips on what to include and how to attract customers. What better way to hide their existence than to be among those that pretended to be them! Though the club wasn't originally intended for humans, she had been convinced by a the others that it would be a better front and bring in a little extra money for them. It was intended to be a meeting place for the vampires, the were-folk and the fey or whatever else happened to wander upon it. The upstairs was for her coven. For her vampires to...feed in peace if they found a willing mortal. Not that they would remember it anyways. Absinthe, the owner, the manager, the organizer of the place, stood on the balcony and watched as the Saturday night party goers filed in as the doors opened and the music started blasting. Already her people were in place, manning the bar or already on the floor attracting other to come join them. All of them dressed as the stereotypical goth girl or boy, playing their parts. She did the same, dressed in a green and black corset with a black lace skirt that barely brushed the floor. Her long black hair was tied back for once, with fake green braids tangled into it. One of the younger vampires had painted her nails black, she found it rather pointless, but let her do it anyways. She sighed. The night was beginning and her presence was required on the floor ready to step in should one of the not so human patrons decide to make a scene. She walked down the stairs, hand trailing on the railing. She could see the bouncer checking IDs from there, making sure everyone was legal and nodding them in. The place was big enough for now, but if business continued as it did, they might have to relocate to a bigger location or start limiting the amount of people allowed inside. The latter would be a shame, she would love to allow anyone who wanted to into her club.