WELCOME TO BRIMSTONE BAY!
Bright neon lights stretched out into the distance as far as the eye could see, a labyrinth of clubs, shops and bars laid out on jet black granite. Twinkling signs, the sound of clinking glasses, laughing, kissing, moaning…
Several heavily armoured guards patrolled the main roads either side of the glorious bay, there to keep the peace. Those who broke the bays rules would be ejected without mercy. No littering, no public fucking, no fighting or drug use. The bay’s image was top priority and it was no surprise- It worked.
The clubs on the bay front had a premium price, their walkways were often solid metal, bright red and amber lights shining from underneath, the soft pounding of bass and stab of synths from within would leak out momentarily as new guests would arrive, joining the serpentine queues that stretched deep into the bay.
But for many, the clubs were only a distraction. The bay was the main attraction.
They would stride out onto that perfect black sand, warm and soft under foot and kept immaculately clean, the odd diamond grain distributed perfectly through-out the midnight sand glimmered with perfect clarity and every handful of sand was like holding a cup full of the night sky. Crystal water lapped at the sand and bay walls, gentle, crisp and refreshing. The sun hung crooked in the sky, never fully rising or setting, kept in a limbo of dusk and dawn. The dawn time was a embracing, warm amber, casting great beams of light through the fluffy clouds. Dusk time was a serene medley of hazy red and calming lilac, forming beautiful intricate patterns in the sky.
To stand at the mouth of the bay and watch over the obsidian sands, colour saturated sky and endless ocean was nothing short of absolutely breathtaking, no matter dusk or dawn.
This was no family location though, Brimstone Bay was built for those of any background to come and let loose. Although public acts of deviousness would not be tolerated, the many thousands of hotels, clubs and bars were built to foster it. Those wanting to get their rocks off in the bay would only be a short walk away from it…
But Sadie wasn’t after any old club… She wanted the best that Brimstone Bay had to offer. She was here for an experience, her gut had told her to come here, something was calling her. Someone wanted her, she knew it. Her distinctive white eyes caught sight of the place.
SOULPHUR
A great, towering monolith of a building, stabbing into the skyline like an obsidian cutlass. Tinted windows, sharp steel and glimmering signs made up the bulk of the blade like design, above the main entrance, a series of black and silver pillars stood like the spokes of a crown, with each of them having a great, eye-like blood orange orb at its very tip.
The huge neon sign shifted from demon red to heretic purple, written like a statement to the universe- A warning as much as it was an advertisement. Its doors were taller and wider than the others on the bay, made for accommodating Striders who were a rare sight in general. As it was bay front, it used an air-lock like approach to the doors, to prevent its thumping bass from disturbing the beach, but it could be felt underfoot as you approached, even through heavy boots.