Without moving too fast, Skater turned from the long bar and scanned the throbbing crowd that filled one of the huge glass dance floors of Dante’s Inferno. The pulsating lights and crisscrossing lasers were fragging up his low-light vision, and the thump of the shag metal blasting out of dozens of speakers made sub-dermals out of the question. The band’s theme was the afterlife, but only a gruesome afterlife achieved through arcane means. Dressed as rotting corpses and writhing maggots, they occupied the third level stage.