Club neXus

Down on the dark stretch of one of the roads-less-traveled, a streetlamp-lit paved road leads up into a sector where a vibrantly lit nightclub flashed with glowing neon. Two bouncers wait outside at the door as people stream in. Above the door, that gigantic glowing sign could be seen.

The girls dance with a swagger that could only be bought with hundreds of digits. Lights flash and mist flutters around the room. The pounding of crisp drum-beats and bass-drops erupts from monstrous speakers. If the foundation was any less stronger, the vibrations would have caused the building to rattle right off of its supports.

Wandering the bar are several attendants adorned in the ordinary red, white, and black uniforms. A magnificent bar stations itself off to the left, and the DJ enthusiastically rips the club apart from a platform on high above the dance floor.