If You Build It?

If there is one thing I've learned in my period in Second Life, it's that the saying "If you build it, they will come." is not always as true as it should be.
I'm sure most readers who enjoy exploration will have at some point stumbled across an awesome sim or location, only to find it completely fucking deserted, without even a tumbleweed to grace it's empty streets. (And for those readers who find the word fuck offensive. I would suggest you are perhaps reading the wrong section.) It was at one of these places my first adventure into the world of reporting began, at the Vampire Succubus Club.

But by now your asking yourself, "Who the hell are you? I came for Penance Sautereau's special brand of hotness. Why am I reading you instead? Has a band of ingenious hackers seized SL-NEWSPAPER.com? Has the very fabric or reality itself been torn asunder?" No dear reader, I am moderately certain that neither is case. My name is Joan Sweetwater, Succubus at Large. Bios can wait until later but it was early this morning, a friend of mine and columnist for the SL-Newspaper (Christina Munro) brought me to her offices and showed me around.

A while after that I started talking to one Dana Vanmoer (COO of SL-Newspaper) who offered me a spot in the Red Light Section. While we were talking I received a party invite to the Vampire Succubus Club's post inauguration party. I mentioned this and Dana said I should go and write a story about it to see how I fare. So being a good little Succubus I grabbed my red goth garb and reporter cap and headed out the proverbial door to the Vampire Succubus Club.

I had been there twice before briefly, doing my usual random explorations of all places sexy in Second Life. When I got there I had been rather impressed by the techno-gothic decor and the pounding electroica music. Unfortunately the place was all but empty with only a few girls there who studiously ignored my presence. But shrugging my shoulders I explored around a bit, finding the place to be quite friendly to Bloodlines Vampires with several shops on the upper levels as well as friendly to those who do not wish to be vampires, as I discovered a free garlic clove necklace dispenser in a hidden lower level. (Thats right readers Secret passages Ooooooo)

On my second trip I spoke to the owner of the Vampire Succubus club who was lounging alone in his club, and he informed me that they usually host parties at noon SL. So, resolving to return the next day for the aforementioned party, I departed.

Now before I continue a bit of information about the Vampire Succubus Club is in order. Now the club obviously caters to Vampires and Demons of all sorts and sizes. Roleplaying is encouraged but public sex is disallowed, though the owner confessed to me that he wouldn't have minded public displays of lust were it not for "All the fucking drama bullshit" that comes with it. It also offers jobs ranging from DJing to Dancing to Waitressing. And let me not forget to mention that it offers contests as well.

The main attraction to the Vampire Succubus Club other then its music would defiantly have to be its dance floor. For those of you who love setting your own grove this place is for you, it offers dozens of unique dancing styles just on the dance floor alone. Nevermind the numerous stripper poles spread throughout the club, as well as a small sub/dom area for those AFKers who still want to look dead sexy rather then dead tired. And though I did not get to witness it myself, the owner did mention something he referred to only as "the tentacle event." ^_^

So filled with fond hopes of both a kickass party and a good first story, I arrived at the Vampire Succubus Club. Well that is perhaps is a bit optimistic, better to say I arrived I a forest of grey polygons with a few will-o-wisps which over the next 5 minutes slowly transformed into the Vampire Succubus Club. But then it's not fair to judge them on SL issues beyond their control so I won't.

When I finally rezzed I found myself alone with only the sexy DJ (Antaris Gothly) and a hostess present, both decked out in frilly and rather revealing (yay) red, white, and blue outfits. But hey, no worries right? The party hadn't even really started yet; Unfortunately it never really did. Despite the club's general ass-kickery and the live DJ, the only other attendee who stuck around for more then a few minutes was my horny as hell girlfriend (who shall at this juncture remain anonymous), who spent the next 45 minutes alternating between telling me how much she loved the place and generally acting like the lusty kitten she is, selecting a dance that had her grinding her sexy body against the ground before finally convincing me my attentions needed to be directed elsewhere

So thus ended my adventures at the Vampire Succubus Club, getting (quite willingly) dragged off by my girlfriend for some bedroom adventures.

Final thoughts? The Vampire Succubus Club is an example of locations that simply don't get the respect and love they deserve. I could see myself hanging out there for days had there actually been people attending who weren't simply being paid to be there. The techno-gothic decor matched with the electronica music combined with the promise of a "tentacle event" should in theory equal awesome. But sadly: If you build it, they might not come. (Though I defiantly did later.. and repeatedly. ;-) But that's another story.)

Joan Sweetwater

Succubus at Large