Deep beneath the club, magically secured wooden double doors opened and lead below ground, to Evelyn Carnate's foyer. The walls were painted deep red and pictures from her long life decorated the walls. Some were made of stone, others on parchment, etched, carved, painted, black and white and finally color. There were statues made of pigment, clay, marble, and gold. Relics of centuries that have passed all carefully placed inside of bullet proof glass containers (just to be on the safe side). A red faux leather couch at the back of the room. A small wooden coffee table that was over a century old. A modern white cushioned chair off to the left and a circular chair to the right.
The bedroom opened on the right and it was a sight to behold. Dark, sleek, sensual, and elegant; the room was heavily accented with black, red, gold, and silvers, with a splash of green to bring it all together. It appeared as if it were some dark sanctuary where anything could happen, but none could enter without her permission. The oriental trunk sat front of her bed and held all of her toys, but was under lock and key. Fake windows adorned the walls, to give it a more homey feeling and there was a lighting that could change the view from night to day. Here in this place, people willing sacrificed themselves upon her bed, sating Evelyn's lust for sex and blood.
Attached to the bedroom was a beautiful Victorian bathroom, one that matched her bedroom in elegance. Just like her bedroom there were fake windows installed which had a picture that lit it up as if it were really a view to the outside world. She found that it gave people the illusion of safety if they thought they could look out a window.