🩸 Behind the Velvet Curtain: A Deep Dive into Glacivryn’s Moonfire Lounge
🩸 Behind the Velvet Curtain: A Deep Dive into Glacivryn’s Moonfire Lounge
Where sorrow becomes spectacle—and the scarred become stars.
You don’t come to the Moonfire Lounge for answers.
You come to forget the question.
Glacivryn’s snowbound streets may be laced with neon and shadow, but there’s only one place where the frost melts on impact. Nestled between high-rise hush money and Veil-stained legends, the Moonfire Lounge pulses at the heart of Scrila’s capital. More than just a nightclub, it’s a cathedral of crimson light, curated secrecy, and unapologetic survival.
Whether you’re new to the House of Teeth saga or a long-suffering stan of Kriia’s bloodless burn, this is your lore-drenched invitation to slip inside the lounge that dances on the edge of myth—and never looks back.
🌙 A History Etched in Ice and Ink
Before the music. Before the girls. Before the violet drinks that burn sweeter than revenge—the Moonfire Lounge was something else.
Twenty years ago, the building was sealed shut. Once a Vaedellan opera house, it was shuttered after a string of unexplained vanishings, distorted echoes, and chandeliers that swayed with no wind. Locals whispered that the building itself exhaled sorrow, that if you stared into the frost-webbed mirrors too long, something might look back.
It reopened two decades later as The Moonfire Lounge. Gone was the opera. In its place: a velvet-and-neon sanctuary built by nameless owners and magik-sensitive architects. Magik itself is prohibited on stage—strictly—but rumor has it the building still remembers. The air thrums with heat, rhythm, and something older than melody.
🔥 Red in the Shadows: Kriia’s Story
She goes by Red under the lights.
But her name is Kriia Thomas—and if you think she’s just another dancer, you haven’t been paying attention.
Kriia doesn’t need enchantments to haunt you. She doesn’t come from an ancient bloodline—but when she takes the stage, even the walls hold their breath. Known for her unshakable presence and sharp-edged grace, Red is less a performance and more a reckoning. She doesn't dance to seduce—she dances to survive.
Offstage, she’s fiercely private. The one who listens more than she speaks. The one who notices when something’s wrong—and never says a word, unless it’s needed. And when she speaks, it cuts clean.
👠 The Moonfire Five: The Girls Who Burn the Room
Yren – The provocateur. Known for her deadpan humor, smoke tricks, and ability to charm even the stingiest Fang-blood with a crooked smile.
Lyric – A chaos elemental with killer legs and a raspy, spell-laced laugh. Claims to be possessed “just for tips.” Might not be lying.
Thara – Soft-spoken storm wrapped in silk. Rumored to have once danced in royal courts before vanishing into the Lounge’s velvet underworld.
Marin – Bright-eyed mischief incarnate. Once accepted a tip in the form of a rune that whispers compliments. She’s “sort of dating it now”.
🍸 Drink the Magik (Metaphorically… Probably)
The cocktails at Moonfire aren’t cursed.
They just taste like they could be.
Some fan-favorites include:
Black Magik – black vodka, edible glitter, and just enough cherry to make your ex cry.
Bare Your Fangs – sparkling rose and black cassis, topped with petals that change flavor if you're watching someone too long.
Crimson Surge – served smoking, and dangerously close to legal.
Darkling Bloom – shifts color mid-sip, rumored to enhance “dream recall.”
And let’s not forget local favorites like Crownless Mead and Wyrmbone Lager, brewed just outside the Glacivryn walls.
💄 The Lore Behind the Lipstick (and Other Dressing Room Myths)
The Moonfire is magik-free by policy—but that doesn’t mean it's free of superstition.
The Lipstick Hex:
A cracked amethyst tube in dressing room two supposedly causes the wearer’s next kiss to reveal a terrible truth. One dancer wore it on a dare. Her date confessed to a robbery and vanished a week later.
Stall Three Echoes:
Don’t linger in the bathroom alone. Especially during eclipse season. Especially if the stall door swings open on its own.
Is it true? No one will say. But the bathroom maintenance report reads:
“Toilet hisses when unobserved. Veil leakage suspected. Recommend ritual cleansing. Again.”
🗂️ Chandra’s Velvet Law: The Do-Not-Enter List
Chandra Nix, the lounge’s iron-heeled stage manager, keeps the girls safe with quiet ferocity. Her Do-Not-Enter list is handwritten, folded three times, and kept in the back of her schedule book. If your name’s on it—you’re out.
No appeals. No second chances. Not even for the rich.
Why? Because Chandra built this place for survival, not spectacle. And if you violate that trust, you don’t belong here.
🖤 Final Thoughts: Why the Moonfire Endures
There are no gods in the Moonfire Lounge.
No Veil-born miracles.
No rituals.
Only the women who choose to survive.
Only the bruised joy that dances anyway.
In a city ruled by stormlight and steel, the Moonfire Lounge glows because someone willed it to. Not out of magic, but out of defiance.
And if you’re lucky enough to make it inside?
You’ll leave a little different.
Or you won’t leave at all.
✨ Want More?
Read No Kingdom for a Fang and the rest of the House Of Teeth Saga to see how the Moonfire Lounge weaves itself into survival, power, and pain.
🩸 Let 'em see your fangs.
✨ Want the full story?
Download The Cabaret Chronicles — your exclusive behind-the-curtain look at the Moonfire Lounge.
🎟️ Dancer spotlights.
🍸 Signature cocktails.
💋 Cursed lipstick and dressing room lore.
Free to download. But some secrets come at a price.
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