You snapped your fingers to keep the time, tapping your boot's toe against the floor every few seconds. The music was dark and steamy. You spotted a man with long black hair, curled. His clothing was loose, his eyes seemed red in the light. He had gothic-style makeup on. He saw you look at him. He glanced away and walked elsewhere. You could see through the translucent white of his clothes that his back had a large spider tattoo.