An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The Blue Star was where denizens of Storybrooke sought to have their darkest needs met, their innermost lusts slaked. A three-story brownstone hidden in a tangle of old shipping warehouses, it had been a hostel, a speakeasy, a gentleman’s club, and a consignment store in its long history. Now the Blue Star’s proprietor had made it something truly unique. She catered to every proclivity, and her staff was held to the highest standards of taste. The decorations were subtle and tasteful; the first floor served as a restaurant where any citizen could respectably enjoy a drink or some of the most exquisite cuisine this side of the Atlantic. The upper floors, however . . .
