Walking up to the main stairs, I push through the crowd to get into my own club.  I finally get up the 24 metal stairs and make it to the gray submarine-style door to walk in.  As I walk through the glass corridor, I stop for a while to look into water of the aquarium, amazed by the assortment of fish I have acquired, as they swim gracefully in and out of the crevices in the bright orange coral.  Between the coral and the fish, you can catch a glimpse of every color in the light spectrum.  I come back to reality and realize I’m not one of them; I have a business to run.  I walk down the metal walkway to the end of the corridor.
As usual, I go left first, into The Aquarium, to get some sushi and drinks.  Walking through another larger submarine-style door, I’m no longer surrounded by water, but it seems like I still could be.  The walls covered in coral, another aquarium serves as a walkway, I’m now in the sushi bar.  I look up at the spherical fish tanks hanging from the ceiling, serving as lighting for the room, to notice one of the pink lights is flickering within, needing to be changed.  I don’t need to look far to see the area is packed with people, I just look to the shelves to see their shoes.  Hundreds of them, as it is a necessity to remove your shoes in a Japanese setting such as this, but this isn’t just because of the setting.  No customer is allowed to step on the clear latex floor with their shoes, just in case a hole is to be made and a leak springs up.  I look around; see that no one seems to have a problem with this, or with sitting on pink throw pillows on the floor to eat their food.  I see that there’s no places for me so I decide to walk downstairs into the lounge, although I don’t really like to eat at the bar, but there aren’t any real tables down there, just low, orange tweed couches facing each other with dark blue end-tables made of weathered stone.  I go down and see that bar is busy as well, with waitresses running back and forth and bartenders pouring ample amounts of alcohol, enough to do the job.  I love this room the most, although it had the same sort of setting as the floor above, but there’s a bar down here, accompanied by the couches to set the mood.  The bar, made completely out of glass, is simple and easy on the eyes.  Just a glass counter five feet off the ground with a glass pillar to hold it up placed about every six feet, makes it easy for the waitresses to get behind the counter to pour drinks whenever the place gets crowded.  This bar takes no real shape, as it surrounds a giant orange coral, which houses the DJ booth in a dome on the top.  As I finish my quick look around, I decide it’s too crowded, I might as well just tell them to put my sushi in the office while I go to look around Depth and make sure everything is alright in there.
I walk back upstairs and cross the glass corridor to the right side of the building, passing the door to my office and stepping into Depth, the nightclub.  I walk directly into the electronic music scene, stepping past the crowds, dancing as I walk through the dark area.  The only lights in the whole two floors of Depth are those made to work with the two different sound systems.  The only other light source comes from the aquarium on the wall where I just came in from, which is quite bright, but not enough to fill this large dark space, but that’s what it’s meant to be like.  The walls are made up of the large, dark, metal squares, which you could find inside a submarine, riveted tightly against the walls so that water could flow down the walls smoothly.  I finally get to the bar, a full circle in the center of the room with a counter made of the same dark green metal on the walls, held up by brown piping with extrusions to support the walls of the counter.  This bar is special because it wraps around the “nuclear reactor”.  Coming up from behind the bar is a cylinder, eight feet in diameter, which reaches up to the ceiling.  Inside, in the center of this cylinder, is the source of this floor’s laser light show, which shines through a light gray smoke, hence the idea of a nuclear reactor.  After checking business at the bar, I start making my way again, trying to go downstairs to the bottom floor, the hip hop level.  I pass the eight cylinders to the left, next to the DJ booth.  Each one is filled with a foamy liquid, enough to obscure the sight of any nudity inside, but not enough to obscure their phosphoric glow sticks as they rave to the rhythm.  I finally make it to another metal staircase, taking myself downstairs.  I get to the end of the staircase; turn and walk through the corridor towards the door of the hip hop room.  The walls of this corridor are crammed with brown piping and it is very dimly lit, but enough to get through it to the door.  I get in the room and admire a new piece of graffiti someone had sprayed on the wall.  On this floor, I allow people to come in and tag the walls of the submarine for a fee.  Soon enough, I’ll have to clean up the walls and start over, but for now, it looks to be like a sort of mutiny had gone on down here, with people dancing and partying everywhere.  Hanging from the ceilings are the four telescopes with dancers gyrating, on the wall against the aquarium is the DJ booth and the bar, with a big tagging on the glass, claiming “FISHIE”.  That was the first one; I put it on myself, quite proud.  Finally, I’m done, business is over, now I can go back to my office and get to my sushi.