The Club Head stood before the assembled invitees. "Hello," she announced, gathering attention to her. "And thank you all for coming. As you can see, this year's theme is School," she indicated the wing of the building they were all in. "Though I think this year won't be as interesting as previous years, it did save me some money just to rent the location, rather than refurbish. The money we've saved will be spent next year."

She looked out over her guests. "As with all such events, there are some things I need to go over before it all starts. This is an adults only show, even moreso than usual; to receive and accept an invitation means you are a legal and consenting adult. This is an event with open sexuality and open violence. R-18G from start to finish. Inside these halls and these rooms you will find dreams and nightmares, tortures ans fetishes. All are available for your pleasure. Your fellow guests are here for your enjoyment as well, just as you are for them. Consent is... strongly encouraged, but do not take offense if someone declines, for they may already have a previous commitment they are attending. However, rejecting everything that comes your way is also discouraged, as we are all here to have fun. Pleasure and Pain are the same thing."

"When you die, or if you simply want to, you can wish yourself back to the lobby here," She indicated the room they were all in. "This year's restoration chambers, where you can reset your evening are lockers, they work as normal, but I do so have to be on theme. Anyway, remember that we all know why we are here. The event will run until everyone has had their fill, and should you choose to leave early, you will not be granted readmission."

She let that all sink in; and no one left. She smiled under her mask. Another event that would be utterly successful. "Now, the members of my club," she indicated the women and singular man behind her, "will be helping things along. If ever you feel alone, I'm sure one of them will gladly come to your aid."

She stepped forward. "As is tradition for these events," she announced, "I will now be killed for your pleasure and to give one last reminder about what to expect." She stood before everyone when a flat 'thunk' was heard, and a large metal spike flew through the air, and slammed into the Head's midriff, piercing through and out the back.

Another 'Thunk', and a second spike was launched through the air, this time going through her chest, just under her collarbone. A third spike went through her right leg, a fourth through her ribs. The fifth slammed sideways through her breasts, side to side. She bled from each wound, the smile never leaving her face.

The last sound wasn't a thunk, but more of a whir as something spun through the air, and cut through her neck. The Head's head flew into the air, where a surprise 'thunk' hit the audience, then the woman's head was slammed into the floor by the last spike. Her body fell over, and the doors to the event opened up.