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Opinions on the Diamond Den varied. Some would call it the modern day moulin rouge, others a den of hedonistic over-indulgence not seen since the days of Sodom and Gomorrah. Once upon a time the majestic stone dome had been the Chaerina Somabra Memorial Hall, with its stunning archways and pillars, but those days had long since passed. Under Ruzghul Elfchewer, the Memorial Hall had been morphed and shifted into a palace of decadent iniquity, stuffed full of drugs and hookers, and under Nyxvira Bloodbloom the Diamond Den had only grown darker and more lurid in nature. 

Nyxie’s limo rolled slowly up to the front of the Diamond Den, with Marius sitting opposite her in that crisp black suit of his.

 Tonight had been a long while in the making. 

Concetto Nyctari, Andrei Robeldo, the Thugmaker, and Shiwaree Rahanna, some of Santa Somabra’s biggest crime bosses, were all in attendance. The Diamond Den was swarming with life, like an ant hill on a hot summer's day, and the events of the evening promised to be the stuff of legend. 

Having changed on the ride over, Nyxvira emerged from her limo dressed in a sparkling black shoulderless rhinestone dress, with a sash of bright crimson woven around her neck, and her hair done up in a sprawling bun of diamond butterflies and clasps. She swaggered up to the Diamond Den, with Marius trailing behind her, and her mountain of jewelry jingling and jangling with each waddle-like step she took.

Nyxvira swaggered below the enormous marble archway, and was thrilled by the sights that greeted her. 

The Diamond Den was thumping with an explosion of noise and festivities, as flamboyantly dressed figures danced and sauntered about the arena, beneath the brilliant halo of golden orange lights. The noise was incredible, as the laughter of staggering partygoers rocked the dome.

Statuesque dancers, dressed in less-than-little, slunk down poles and swung from trapeze, entwined in swathes of silk, and the greedy hands of bawdy onlookers.  A huge glass counter swept across one side of the room, serving all manner of drugs and booze. A towering rum fountain stood sentinel in one corner, whilst a huge pile of glittering gold fairy dust dominated another.  

Nyxvira was led up a sweeping flight of stairs, till she plopped down, rather sweaty and out-of-breath, in a large golden throne which over-looked the rest of the Den from a balcony on-high. A thousand sweet scents flooded her nose, as an army of chefs and waiters toiled away beneath her, bewitching dishes to the state of perfection. 

Eventually, Marius leaned forwards to mutter something in her ear. 

“Grezbill is bringing someone to meet you, Miss Bloodbloom.” He boomed in his throaty voice “He says it's a person of interest.” 

Nyxie smirked to herself “Tell that scaly runt to get his shrivelled green arse down here, before he misses all the fun!”