To say that I was surprised to be warmly welcomed through the gates of Hell by two gorgeous drag queens, clad head to toe in red PVC, was somewhat of an understatement. The blonde, chuckling gently at my perplexed expression, handed me what appeared to be a Bloody Mary.

I scanned around my surroundings, taking in the ornate black marble walls, chandeliers twinkling. Other newcomers mingled around the extravagant black columns around the hall.

The thumping of house music in the distance shook the floors gently.

A young guy in a rhinestone studded flatcap winked at me, his dark brown eyes outlined by a thick layer of black kohl. He approached, smiling. ‘ New to our fiery home?’, he asked.

I nodded, meekly.

' Welcome talk starts in 10,’ he gestured to neat rows of gold and red chairs. I wondered over, taking a seat.

A handsome guy with a head of chestnut brown curls in the row in front turned around.

" I can't believe those religious zealots were right. Damn you, mum." “ so is everyone here…” “gay?” He chuckled. “Yes”.

Strobing lights and music accompanied the welcome video now shining on the wall.

‘One key rule to hell’, it rang out. ‘Every day is a party!”

Confetti cannons shot out drinks tokens as Charlie XCX adorned the speakers.

A lifetime of stressing about hell, and itappeared to be a non stop party, I smiled to myself. I think I might quite like it here.