In The Black Queen's Palace (Open To Any and All)
Who: Selene, Anyone Else What: A Night At The Hellfire Club When: Monday Night, approximately 11 pm Where: The Hellfire Club, 5 km outside of Salem Centre
The Hellfire Club, in its previous existence as a globe-spanning secret society had dissolved. Most of its mutant members had gone on to positions in Magneto's Mutant Nation or in whatever passed for civil society thereafter. The old clubhouse had been destroyed. It had been left to Selene, ironically, the outsider of the Club's elite to carry on the name and establish a new Hellfire Club just outside the capital. A dark pleasure garden, like a twisted Vauxhall.
Her small domain, over which the Black Queen reigned supreme. Her autonomy here had been gained by her services to the regime as an occasional inquisitor. She had learned her art from Torquemada himself. She was very, very good at getting people to say the truth. Or what the regime needed them to say. Either way, and she had been ordered to do both in the past. She had last been asked to assume these duties three days ago. A reptilian mutant, accused of aiding a cell of mutants opposing Magneto.
Typically, Selene observed her club from above, through one-way glass. But this time, she had chosen to go down and mingle with her kingdom. A glass of absinthe in hand, she descended down into the main gathering room, passing by her nearly motionless guards. She smiled thinly at those in her domain and made her way through the crowds, sensing the life energy from her guests. Which ones were the strongest, which were weaker?
A few of them made her lick her lips unconsciously. Who would be lucky, or unlucky enough to catch the eye of the dark goddess?