Thread: Island Tartarus (google/Darkest-Fate)

Decadence was a place that Dominic was quite proud of, the club on his island that was fit for any of the most elite places for the young and wealthy in any major city... he was a major investor in more then a few of those major city clubs and he knew just how to set it up. It was the last thing in the resort to be constructed, still close enough to the beach to be just short walk away from the sand and an even shorter walk to get to the elevator that would take him to his penthouse or any other floor in the main resort itself. Of course it wasn't just for him that was built, the locals often enjoyed the night there and it was open to any of the guests or employees... Dominic was running a business of course and would make a decent amount of money back from his own employees. Not a major revenue stream of course but more then enough to justify its own existence and on that night in particular Dominic was looking forward to making a great use of it. The word had been spread about the special guest of the owner, the people on the island knew better then to screw around with the plans their boss had. They might not know all the details but they were smart enough to see that he had been working on his plan for quite some time and that the person who stood in the way of what he wanted would end up in quite a lot of trouble very quickly. With the plans set in motion Dominic moved quickly, knowing that even if the people in the club knew not to interfere things could still go wrong if he did not arrive on time. The dosage of Eros had been subtle but there was a chance that he had gotten it just a little bit wrong. The thought of Lea Michelle being at the club looking to have some fun when he wasn't there to take advantage of it only pissed him off as he got dressed, as always choosing to dress to make a good impression, a suit that had been hand tailored for him and leather shoes that had been crafted... all together with the dark suit and the well shined shoes on his feet he knew that he was wearing more then some people made in a year, he felt confident when he dressed in such a way... a power suit that would be the envy of top notch politicians. If the day ever came that he was made to stand before a judge this was how he would dress, standing tall before a jury of people who weren't able to get out of the duty, smirking and confident that he would go free because he would have the best lawyers and he would have leverage. Dressing took a little time though but he still made it to Decadence before Lea did, pausing just inside the door as he always did to take in the sights, dark colors, rich crimson and purple, deep blue, rich browns, and black so dark that it seemed to draw in the low lighting of the club. To the right of the main entrance was the bar, sleek and dark wood of some tree that Dominic had been told was nearly extinct, a few smiling locals behind the bar were pouring drinks and flirting with the patrons who were getting drinks, the place was only moderately populated at that point in the evening but Dominic suspected it would soon be busy, the mid day security shift had ended recently, the lab techs would be getting off duty, and many of the locals who had found themselves flushed with money would stop by to enjoy the night. Within five feet of the door he had a drink in his hand, glass of scotch, fifty year old single malt, neat, the private VIP lounge already set up for him, people clearing a path for him as he made his way to a low leather couch and relaxed upon it, watching the door as he sipped his drink, ready for the night to begin proper.