I was now the owner of the brightest club in the district. My club, my rules. I opened the doors to anyone with money to burn. I paid the staff better, paid the band better, all the while helping those who had been with me down the block to better themselves. And it was a pointless point of pride that I paid back every cent I borrowed from Lestat. It was everything I had ever wanted or wished for. And it doubled nicely as a revolving door of prey.
