The Evening Flame (;name of the club) was dark with the black walls dimly lit with the neon lights strung up around every crevice. The thick smoke wafting through the lounge from the cigarettes of unmentionable silhouettes scattered about the bar, being served by pleasant looking waitresses in cocktail dresses balancing glasses on metal trays with practiced ease.

At one of the round booths a small group of people are chatting loudly, bursts of laughter coming from it every so often something is said amongst them. Glasses spread out over the table, some containing drinks but most empty. A mischievous somebody seemed to have been stealing the servers from their tasks of retrieving the dishes by distracting them.

An Animatronic colored mostly in shades of red was sitting at one end of the circular booth, two young barmaids sat on either side of her with her arms loosely draped over their shoulders. The red animatronic being a close assailant of the notoriously prominent Mafia leader who owns The Evening Flame. Her scarlet heart shaped sunglasses and big sharp pristine teeth gleaming in the rosy LED string lights laced along the walls.

A throwing dagger in her left hand as she boasted about how morbidly her last job went, a wide sharp grin on her face that had an intimidatingly menacing aura about it. But it did seem she did have quite the gruesome charisma considering how she drew people in like moths to a porch light if she wanted, and others laughed at her horrid little statements. Though it could be her roguish and peculiarly eye-catching appearance that lures in the unsuspecting if she gives them her attention. Almost like some sort of spicy looking siren.