 Some people sell their souls outright, and some people just chip away at them, piecemeal, until they wake up one day and realize there s nothing left. And some people, like Quinn Taylor, are so busy selling a line of bull&*^% to everyone who will listen, that only the most extreme life altering event reminds them that they have a soul at all. During a routine Spanish Fly smuggling trip back from Mexico, on a dark lonely road in the middle of the night, Quinn and his buddy Nick decide to test their  product  on the lovely ladies of the Devil s Den gentlemen s club. Only these ladies are a lot less human, and a lot more dangerous than anything these small time not-so-illegal-drug dealers are capable of handling. Throw in a sexy female assassin who has been sent to put an end to Quinn s rampant infidelity spree, an armed to the teeth monster hunter who has come to the right place at the wrong time, and a legendary Japanese swordsman who doesn t really exist, and even the Devil himself isn t ready for what happens when all hell actually does break loose. In the vein of Kill Bill and From Dusk Til Dawn; party all night in the Devil s Den.