The Nightclub. It didn’t have a name, but on the corner of everything street you’d see it, but only if you wanted it, or needed it. It wasn’t a chain, it was the same one. You’d find it in Hong Kong, in Toronto, in London, or even in Sydney. Anywhere it would appear, and everyone would always end up in the same Nightclub. It would appear for everyone at least once in their life. The choice of whether they went in is the real question.
The Nightclub was powerful. It gave someone a chance to experience a night as someone new.
Once you enter, you come into a small lounge before the big room. At the door to the club, stood a man. Despite anyone’s sexual orientation, anyone would find him sexually attractive. You are given a choice,
“Enter, changing to someone completely new and experience the best night of your life. Or leave.”
But a hidden truth to those that left. They would feel a sense of intrigue, or a feeling of missing out, a desire. A desire that would always lead them back.
Once you’d be admitted, you walk inside and become someone new.
That person you become, is always random. The experience is always incredible. You could become a giant, an ogre, or the complete opposite sex. Or all three at once. It truly is random and it never what you expect.