Malachi steps into the elevator behind everyone else and presses the only button. The elevator goes up for what seems like a bit longer than it would take to rise a single floor. When the door opens, it's into a lavishly furnished lounge.
The furniture is all black leather, shining chromium, and polished obsidian. Long couches, some that look as wide as beds with pillows heaped upon them, high backed chairs with overstuffed arms, low coffee and end tables are placed in small groups around the room. A long bar lines one wall, behind which hangs a violet neon-framed mirror, and everything around the bar is outlined in violet neon. In fact, all the lighting is dim and provides illumination with a purplish hue, as if everything were lit by blacklight. There are no windows, and only two other doors, one at either end of the room.
Sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs is a woman with long, curled dark hair that spills over her shoulders. Her complexion has warm tone to it, darker than Veronica, and her smile doesn't touch her eyes, which examine each person who enters with an almost carnivorous hunger. The woman is Annabella Guerrero, who goes by the name Belladonna. She is flanked by two shirtless, muscled men. There are half a dozen nondescript serving staff waiting behind the bar and against the walls.
