I've never really been an avid club goer, but when I'm bored and in need of a good time, there's literally no place else I can think of. Some clubs are weird. Some are just a bit uncomfortable. PVC, latex, leather and leashes: not my cup of tea, but the people here like it, and I like that they have somewhere to go.
I’m a little spaced out. I’m drinking bottled Czech beer and earlier, we smoked some weed that made my scalp prickle. The friends I came with are away somewhere, up to no good. I don’t mind that. I’m watching this s*x carnival from the margins.
The room is color saturated and molten, light sliding over costumes that gleam like liquid. A woman with orange hair in a beetle-black catsuit is giving head to a guy reclining in an elaborate leather chair raised on chrome scaffoldin
