That's exactly what the wooden sign above the front door of the one-story building read; clear as day. The outside of the building was normal, like the ones that had been looked over on trips and appeared to be normal. This one was far from normal, and the name insinuated that and instilled it into a person's mind. It was a very strange name for such a plain establishment. Large tinted windows decorated the front of the place, difficult to see what was inside from out on the street. It forced those who wanted to know to actually step inside to see what it was all about; the exact aim of the entire thing. And stationed right on the edge of the river front, it was a relaxing location too. One of good choice and not an easy location to secure.
If one made it pass Buzz the vampire [A vampire named Buzz? That was sad.], who stood at the door like a statue that never moved unless to collect the fee for a person to get inside, the inner room had the normal appearance of an every day bar and restaurant wrapped into one. Only there was a good sized stage in the middle of the right side of the room where tables were set up with chairs around them; all evenly spread around the stage itself. A blood red almost black curtain closed off the backside of the stage from the customers' view. And on the other side of the establishment were booths lined against the walls. Beside the door there was a small counter, a yellow sign propped up with black writing that clearly said, "No Holy Items Allowed Beyond This Point", and a small basket beside it. And straight from the door was the bar; stools lined up in front of it and shelves of beverages with a large mirror behind it all.
The tables were made of wood, white table cloths draped over them neatly without any center piece to hold them in their place. They just seemed to stay where they were even if someone was moving about to sit or stand. The backs of the chairs were carved into old French designs from the old world; evidently someone was very old around this place or knew what old world designs looked like. Even the booths had the same forms multiple times, and then even some words in French in very artistic-like writing. All the wood was finished with a black tinged color, forcing them to blend with the flooring but stand out against the walls.
And the mastermind behind the entire thing was stationed in the center of the room. Black clothing stood out vibrantly against the man's ghostly pale skin. Smooth, perfect, flawless. Well, almost completely flawless other than the large cross scar that tarnished the perfection of his chest, only visible through the open front of the shirt. Black lace spilled from the shirt over his skin, appearing to be soft to the touch but one wouldn't know until they actually felt it. Tight formal black pants clung to his leg, outlining every muscle and even the tops of the boots he wore that clung to his feet. Silken tresses of black hair hung down to his shoulders, just trickling over them to rest on his shoulder blades. Midnight blue eyes were deadly to look into, being that he was indeed a vampire himself after all. To look into those eyes would mean the entrapment of one's mind and his ability to play around with him.
The first thought of most people was that he was too perfect to be real, too goregous to be in reality. And the first thought of some "vampire experts" would be, "Damn, he matches the decor."
And truthfully, he did. It was something that he never really tried to do, black and white were just the colors he would always wear. Nowhere had he ever heard it a crime to match the decor of your establishment; and he hoped that it would happen anytime soon and throw him from his old habits that he so did love.
On top of it all, this place wasn't a normal bar business for the vampire to make money and blend into those medieval society he didn't know all that much about. But he was absolutely certain that it wouldn't take long for the business to escalate. He hadn't seen one like it around, and in the old Earth, this place had been a first and only. There were great chances of it happening in this Earth as well. There wasn't a single doubt in that mind of his about it. And if there was ... No, there wasn't. And never would be. Only after having his power challenged a small handful of times, he had learned to never be so certain of himself. But with this whole business, and many more to come, he was definitely certain. Nothing was going to change that.
So what was this place? Well, a vampire standing guard at the door during the night time, a vampire running the place, no Holy Items permitted beyond the door, the place set up like some sort of show; that was just what it was. A show for those who came looking for one, and seeking the time of their life. A sign had been posted in the building's main window: Vampires Needed. And if this all didn't say what it was, then someone didn't have their head screwed on tight enough to link a few things together. Jean-Claude gave himself a fanged grin.
It was a vampire strip club; the one and the only -- Guilty Pleasures.
