You enter the seemingly innocent doorway of a local club. Your senses reel from the plush decor, infectious music and tantelizing scent of humans on the dance floor. Although the room is dimly lit except for the pulsating strobe lights that keep time with the beat, your inhuman eyesight shows all. Behind the apparent atmosphere of human decadence there are creatures of the night lurking in corners...feeding while to the average onlooker appearing to be caught in a lovers embrace.
A stage is located in the center of it all, surrounded by thick velvet curtains. In the center of stage, a silhouette of a highbacked chair and a lone microphone are visable amidst the shadows. To the side of the stage sits the KJ awaiting your request.
If you are not inclined to perform for us...Sit back, relax and enjoy yourself Kindred. Welcome...to The Masquerade.