Purgatory Opens Who: Everyone Where: Purgatory When: Saturday Night Status: In Progress
"Open the doors," Draco said with a nod to his head of security. He was nervous but the club was ready.
Purgatory was brilliant. It's location was excellent and the set up couldn't have been better. While the building looked like a nondescript outreach center to the muggle population, to the wizards eye, the outside, once lit promised Heaven or Hell to the club goer.
The levels of Purgatory had been expertly decorated in different themes. Hell was the bottom floor. With flashing lights, music, and blacks and reds, this was the party goers dream. It would be an area of continuous movement, ready for anything to happen. It was the place to see and be seen.
On the second level, overlooking Hell, was Purgatory. While getting some of it's energy from Hell, Purgatory offered comfortable seating, for relaxing with friends, getting to know someone, or just having a drink in general. The patrons in hell could come and go freely. The decor was a bit brighter in color, and the candles added a lower key environment, in contrast from the perpetual motion of hell.
On the third level, closed off from the others, was Heaven. Decorated in whites, silver, and gold, it looked like one of the finest lounges that could be found. A pianist filled the room with soothing music, charmed to keep the noise from the lower levels out. Purebloods only were admitted to Heaven, the VIP lounge.
The music poured through the gates of hell as people began to come in, greeted by the staff. Draco watched as they came in with a smirk at his own brilliance.