Purgatorio
At the edge of the Sinchi Ring stands an unassuming sandstone building. There are no signs to advertise what the business is. Yet despite this, customers can be seen passing through the front door at all hours of the day and night.
The front door opens to a short, darkened hallway, decorated to resemble a moonlit garden. The primary light source is a single sphere that casts a hazy light throughout the hallway. Green recessed floor lighting gives the illusion of grass. Above, navy blue recessed lights makes the ceiling resemble the night sky, complete with small pinpricks of light to represent the stars. The only visible exit from the hallway is an elevator door.
The fluorescent globes within the elevator can seem blinding after the dimly lit corridor. As the occupant's eyes adjust, a pleasant automated voice requests the password. There are three possible passwords, which are changed at regular intervals. However, those in the appropriate circles can discover the appropriate code word quite readily.
The first password causes the elevator to descend into the basement. The pulsing bass of the music within can be heard even before the elevator doors slide open. Once open, the rider's senses are immediately assaulted by a wide range of sights, sounds and sensations. The air is hazy with the smoke of tabacc and other inhalants. Red lasers cut through the smoke, causing a disorienting feeling. Loud music drowns out all but the loudest conversations, though there are private rooms discreetly placed around the main room for those who desire to have a private discussion or pursue more illicit activities.
The floor in the center of the room is dominated by a dance floor. It is illuminated with red floor panels, and is crowded with gyrating dancers. Two bars stand on either side of the room, where a wide variety of potent drinks are served. A few spice deals can also be seen making their way through the crowd, to make sure the customer has everything they need to have an enjoyable evening.
When the customer has had their fill of debauchery, a small door in the back of the room leads to a small side street that runs alongside the building.
The second password causes the elevator to ascend. The doors slide open to reveal a foyer decorated in white marble trimmed with golden oak wood. Two heavily muscled doormen wait there to ensure that only the proper quality people manage to make it through the doors. Only celebrities, government officials, the wealthy and their guests are allowed to enter.
The grand double doors of the foyer lead into an upscale dining room. The menu is dominated by rare and expensive delicacies; the cocktail list is composed only of the the finest wines and liquors.
Four doors lead off of the main room. Three of them lead to private rooms, decorated in comfortable chairs; here the patrons can enjoys a nice cigar and an aperitif if they so desire. The fourth leads to the kitchen and wine storage. Subtle music wafts through all of the rooms, providing an undertone for for the conversation.
The final password opens the door to the back of the elevator. What precisely is back there is a closely guarded secret; those who have gotten off on that floor are rarely willing to share what it was that they saw beyond the metallic elevator doors.
It does not matter which floor you end up on; Purgatorio is synonymous with privacy. It does not matter if you are there for a bit of fun, or illicit dealings, your secrets are certain to be kept within those walls.