So i'm quite happy at this, most likely because I managed to draw it while drunk to the point that I couldn't walk!

Here is a little story to go with the picture!

Let me take you somewhere.
La jardin de lumière de mort
The garden of dying light.

We have everything!

What do you see at first a small house with...A green wheelie bin outside!?
A pretty girl with red streaks in her blonde hair lies in the wheelie bin, her legs kicked out, bottle in hand, singing no less!!
You wonder for a moment if you have ventured through the dead of night to the wrong place.
You think perhaps your friend was playing tricks on you and now you are here with this strange alluring hobo girl.
She asks you for the correct greeting which your friend has told you.
You shake hands as you open the door.
Danse Macabre greets your ears as you enter the smoke filled room.
Pointless modern art décor hangs from the walls, vintage feathered fans coat the windows, a discarded violin.
The track changes to Muse Hysteria and you wonder how this place can clash with the modern.
A desk with a quilled pen lays on the side, a tall woman with long blonde hair greets you and kindly asks you to write down your name.
You see you are far from the first on this list of names, as she glance down the list you notice a large number of female names also, the girl smiles and snaps the book shut before you, she asks you to sit.

The glass coffee table catches your eyes, liquors of every kind.
Many others sit around the tables waiting in this rather cramped room.
Your eyes fall back down to the tall blonde woman who wears nothing but a black corset stringed with pink lace who has disappeared upstairs with and air professional efficiency around her.
Somewhere in the corner another girl sits, a petite blonde in a matching corset only with blue lace lays slumped slightly against the wall, she bursts into laughter for no reason, a glass of absinthe clutched in her hand.
You are half tempted to follow the tall blonde upstairs but you are stopped by the man next to you who tells you that you have to wait.
The man offers you a glass of Bombay sapphire which you gladly accept still slightly unnerved at how this place your friend told you about could be real.
The petite blonde girl in the corner eventually stands as she downs the rest of the glass, she goes to the desk takes up a piece of paper, she then hands you what seems like a menu hand written with crude little roses drawn at the edges, but it is no menu for food? But a list of girls!?
You pick something, a photo that catches your eye, a pretty little well endowed brunette.
The girl is quick to compliment your choice, she takes your money there and then with some ease, sitting in your lap as she counts the notes, she then pours herself another glass and returns to the corner.

After what seems a life time you are asked upstairs by the tall blonde, the narrow passage way gives you the deceptive idea that a small room lies ahead, you glance to the side to see a sauna in which two girls sit, drugged to their eyeballs with a man sitting between them.

You get to the end of the narrow passage way only to pass through the red drapes to be greeted by a large room.
A pretty chandelier hands form the ceiling, a bright white interior, drapes laces and velvets, frills and candles, sky lights directly above you.
A red four poster bed lies before you with the brunette laying partially covered.
The lights go out.

You awake lying on the side of the M26, beat up black eyed and beat up without your wallet.
What the hell happened?
Be careful you never know what’s in your Bombay sapphire..
It takes you a while before you convince yourself it was all a fucked up trip anyway.