Club Fatale, Pt. 8
Club Fatale, Pt. 8 Chapter Fifteen – The Blue Room “You do understand the rules of the Blue Room, Mr. Anderson?” “Yes,” I responded. “And are you prepared to place yourself beneath these rules, to be held to the letter of these rules and to execute all actions that these rules require of you?” “Yes, I am,” I said. “Then you may enter the Blue Room of your own free will, Mr. Anderson.” “Thank you, Mr. Lloyd,” I said and entered. I smiled at the brunette on my arm, as I led her fatefully across the threshold and into the silken blue chamber beyond. As I did, I distinctly felt a chill wash over me. It was like the woman on my arm was a ghost; I could almost see the reaper standing at her …