As one approaches they can hear the low, dull thud of a bass hitting their bones and resounding off the glass and brick buildings around them. There’s no alley, but there is a side door, and inside the walls on every side are plastered with posters for different acts. The Lion Brothers. DJ Trenti. Madame Mina’s Fetish Boutique Show. Contortionists. The club does a bit of everything it seems, delving from the sensational to the avant garde, and the hallways smell clean too… but it’s that freshly vacuumed kind of clean that also has tinges of dust to it.

There’s an elevator off the back hall but the main floor, with two bars, is where the party happens. Dancing cages, DJ stage, a swimming pool under the moveable floor... Avalon can change itself as needed for any kind of party. It functions as a rack for several of the local kindred, who exchange favors with the owner for feeding rights within.

The second floor leads to a set of double wooden doors immediately on the left, into a darkened VIP room. Blue neon lights are strung along the entire of the floor in the curves where the floor meets the wall, giving it a soft illumination from below, an effect that functions as a black light making anything light colored on her glow… and showed any dirt or stains as well.

It’s a roughly oval shape, wider than long, with a ring of leather couches and chairs arrayed facing each other along the walls, a private cabinet and bar counter on the left was being tended by a bald man in slacks and a white muscle tee. The couch on the far end, and yes it is in front of windows that look down onto the main dance floor and bar, is on a swivel.

Cole’s den.

Traits

• Feeding Grounds +3 (with Cole's blessing)
• Safe Place 3 (VIP area)
• Numerous, discretely-armed guards and ghouls