On Industrial Road, a stately pleasure-dome rises from the midst of a street corner filled with burned-out tenements and abandoned commercial zoning. The neighborhood seems unable to claim it—it stands in stubborn defiance of the surrounding decay. At noon, the glittery mosaic plating and faux gold statuary catch the sun to blinding effect—a feature that, now that I see it with new eyes, makes an excellent defense against vampires.
Inside, Club Xanadu is plush and oversexed, all velvet, marble, and dark wood. Its geometry is all curves, and it's divided up into several lounges or rooms that patrons can leave open or subdivide as they desire, creating large party spaces or a series of segmented, more intimate settings. Many of the rooms have stages for your standard stripper routine, while others look like a particular fantasy locale—the Catholic private school, the library, the doctor's office, the dungeon, the cosplay room, the...
Wait, I'm forgetting, you're probably not from here. Let me back up. Xanadu is a fetish club, where discerning adults pay a private membership to meet and have sex in ways they may not be equipped to have at home. You rent the various rooms as availability or appointment permits, for whatever activities you want. Management prohibits alcohol on premises, though they allow the use of aphrodisiacs and opiates.
Inside the doors, anything goes so long as there's consent between the participants. Aside from the front lobby, clothing is optional unless otherwise specified by the rules of that particular room—in other words, sometimes it's prohibited. Sometimes, they have live entertainment—I shall leave the scope of that to your imagination.
The layout is carefully designed to scatter magical energies around, making it difficult for all but the most disciplined to make a focused display of power inside. Thus, it has a secondary function as a safe(r) haven for an assortment of people from all over the spectrum of empowered life. The proprietor, Silk, gives free memberships to anyone who displays a supernatural talent and she consistently reserves some of Xanadu's rooms for that crowd.
Kenneth Mayeda wants to take over the place so badly, he envisions it in his dreams