A man, walking down some streets, looking at a piece of paper, eventually stops, turns to a building and look at it. A large three-story warehouse style building is in front of him, with equally sized buildings either side. Indigo looks back at the one in front, and cocks his head back to look up at it
"Wild Bill's Pain Emporium" reads the large neon sign above the door.
Letting out a small chuckle and shaking his head, he walks into the derelict building, and begins his work.
A few Months down the road, and the building has been transformed, no longer and aged husk, the building is a dark blue, with varying sizes of teal circles here and there. The sign, gone.
Inside there is a large bar lined with stools in the middle of the room, with a pillar running straight into the roof painted darkish blue, and fading up to a faint blue tinted whit at the top, and is surrounded by a dance floor, itself littered in places with pole podiums and cages. Around the edge of the singular room are fixed tables with chairs and stools at each one, all on a dark carpeted floor. The second floor contains no centre, aside from the pillar, which is inaccessible, and is like the carpeted area around the dance floor, except above it, accessible by stairs next to the entrance, and on the far side of the room.
Walking up from stairs within the bar, Indigo emerges, wearing dark baggy heavy denim jeans held up by a lighter coloured belt, and a well fitting short sleeved "Porn Star Academy; Class of '69" petrol Grey Tee. Looking about him, he smiles contently and reaches under the bar, pressing a button, and turning on the lights. Outside neon lights surrounding the warehouse doors shine, and a thick clunk can be heard, as the Unnamed Bar, opens for business.
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