Host King's Thirty-First Court
[Today the ballroom doors open onto a post-apocalyptic wasteland, crumbled buildings and the 'sky' alight with the glow of distant fires. The ground crunches underfoot and there seems to be no sign of the Hosts at all.
That is... until one of them grabs the customer by the wrist and pulls them into one of several secret tunnels that lead under the wasteland to a warren of tunnels. Safe from the raiding rival gangs, the Hosts have turned protector for their guests' honour tonight.
Dressed in variations of this lovely number, the aim is to give the sensation of danger and urgency. For what does a princess like better than being protected by their handsome prince?
The underground room is decorated in gothic stonework with supplies artfully arranged so food and drink was on offer.
A dramatic voice comes over the journal just before the club doors open tonight, loud and filled with urgent passion.]
THE END OF LIFE AS YOU KNOW IT IS OVER! Only the bravest, the most beautiful souls have made it through to the world beyond the apocalypse. Do not let yourselves get left behind, come and join this brave new society~!
[ooc: For this post only, there are NO SECTIONS. Club members and Customers are free to react willy-nilly. Tag everyone, threadjack and generally go wild.]