The Blue Wishes

"Ahh, home sweet home. Or office sweet office, whatever. Just don't call it my den. I think that's stupid and sounds gross. I'm not a bear, or worse, a Red. *shudders*
Huntsman bought the place for me. Apparently there's some kind of family tradition for the master to buy their fledgeling vampire their first hidey hole, and damn, did they pick good. It used to be a strip club, back in the day. The Blue Wishes Lounge and Gentlemen's Club. Nowadays, it looks gross and abandoned on the outside, but the inside is gorgeous.
And not just an illusion; I remodeled everything. My design, my work. Okay, fine, I hired and memory-modified a professional crew for things like the plumbing and lights system, but everything else was with my own two hands. I wanted something I could be proud of, a place for my lieutenants to come and hang out and escape the law, and a sexy little place to do all my daytime naps.
Since it's not a strip club anymore, I was free to go all-out. Like, there's a plushy carpet in the main room, and the seats are sapphire velvet now. Do you know how expensive it is to get velvet restaurant booths made? Most of the rest is that sweet lighting system in action, all these turquoise neon lights and disco balls scattering light across the sparkly chrome decor. I love the way it looks when I feed and the room fills with smoke, it's just *chef's kiss* perfect.
It's grown in the years since then. The old private rooms are now little bedrooms for my lieutenants, and the old storage area is a garage. Next project is the kitchen, but I've been kicking that one down the road. Project for another day."