On Saturday, Ellis parked in the Bliss parking lot and walked into the Cathedral-shaped building perched on top of a cliffside. It held both the dance club, Bliss, and one of the entrances to the b**m club, Break. Bliss was already alive and heading toward what seemed to Ellis a max-capacity crowd. Music throbbed from the cavern beyond the wide entrance next to the front doors, and Ellis could see lights flashing and hear the dull roar of people talking, drinking, and yelling. Ellis had been worried about being conspicuous until he saw how the other men and women were dressed just to go dance. Ellis’s coat and simple attire underneath it were a tad understated.
Ellis had also worried about getting turned away at the doors, but when he approached the Break entrance, one of the two massive
