The dim lighting of New Albion's most popular gay club pulsed in rhythm with the deep, thumping bass that reverberated through every corner of the room. Bright neon lights twisted and swirled across the dance floor, highlighting each dancer in dazzling bursts of color. The place was packed; bodies pressed together, swaying to the beat, laughter and shouts rising above the music.
The walls were a blend of exposed brick and graffiti art, adding a gritty charm to the club, while the bar gleamed with polished steel and the glow of liquor bottles lining the shelves in every shade imaginable. The scent of sweat, cologne, and just a hint of spilled alcohol mixed with the energy, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. There were groups gathered at the high tables and booths, laughing, teasing, and occasionally nudging each other toward the dance floor.
