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Theme
Chandrila, capital of the Republic, is known as a place where great minds find space and peace to think. Deep below the capital's wide, clean streets these same great minds go to find an outlet for far baser urges, in nightclubs just like this one. Sprawling across multiple floors below ground level, the V´ertigo is a neon-lit temple to decadence, where basslines beat like synchronized heartbeats and patrons hunt for fleeting, ever elusive fulfilment.
The dancefloors are made of glass, and one may look at the throngs of dancers above or below if one is so inclined. Each floor has its own bar, serving the limited seating area and the private booths along the walls, and its own DJ spinning a different beat that joins the others to form an almost overwhelming flashflood of sound. The further down you go, the faster the beat becomes, and the dimmer the neon lights. At the bottom floor, known as the Darkness, patrons dance with glow-bracelets and glowing paint flashing under blacklight. At the top, large lounges allow people to relax to a slow beat, recuperating before they step back out into their daily lives once more.
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Just after midnight, Adella was down on the middle floor, dancing to the beat and letting the bassline clear her mind of all thoughts. Nothing existed in that moment except the music and the crowd around her, most patrons caught up in their own dance, blind to the world around them. A couple of Twi'lek women were really rocking it, drawing eyes from the crowd. She wondered idly if they were regulars, the way people seemed to know their names.
Dressed in a black miniskirt, black tights, a short black top and black wedge sneakers, Adella blended in well with the crowd. Her pendant, crafted by her parents more than a decade ago, bounced on her chest as she danced, and the glow-bracelets on her wrist moved through the air tracing the path of her hands. She kept dancing for some time, feeling one with the beat and the crowd, but at last other needs were starting to make themselves known. First of all, the need for a drink. Or four.
Theme
Chandrila, capital of the Republic, is known as a place where great minds find space and peace to think. Deep below the capital's wide, clean streets these same great minds go to find an outlet for far baser urges, in nightclubs just like this one. Sprawling across multiple floors below ground level, the V´ertigo is a neon-lit temple to decadence, where basslines beat like synchronized heartbeats and patrons hunt for fleeting, ever elusive fulfilment.
The dancefloors are made of glass, and one may look at the throngs of dancers above or below if one is so inclined. Each floor has its own bar, serving the limited seating area and the private booths along the walls, and its own DJ spinning a different beat that joins the others to form an almost overwhelming flashflood of sound. The further down you go, the faster the beat becomes, and the dimmer the neon lights. At the bottom floor, known as the Darkness, patrons dance with glow-bracelets and glowing paint flashing under blacklight. At the top, large lounges allow people to relax to a slow beat, recuperating before they step back out into their daily lives once more.
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Just after midnight, Adella was down on the middle floor, dancing to the beat and letting the bassline clear her mind of all thoughts. Nothing existed in that moment except the music and the crowd around her, most patrons caught up in their own dance, blind to the world around them. A couple of Twi'lek women were really rocking it, drawing eyes from the crowd. She wondered idly if they were regulars, the way people seemed to know their names.
Dressed in a black miniskirt, black tights, a short black top and black wedge sneakers, Adella blended in well with the crowd. Her pendant, crafted by her parents more than a decade ago, bounced on her chest as she danced, and the glow-bracelets on her wrist moved through the air tracing the path of her hands. She kept dancing for some time, feeling one with the beat and the crowd, but at last other needs were starting to make themselves known. First of all, the need for a drink. Or four.