By removing her panties

Your wife slips her hands under her short skirt, pulls off her panties and tosses them to the curb. You're shocked at her brazenness. This does not seem like the woman you know. She gives you a smile.

"There, now I don't feel overdressed," she says. When you arrive at the door, she gives the doorman a wink, pulls up her skirt flashing her small, nicely trimmed brown bush, and the two of you are easily inside.

The inside is large. Neon lights flicker, there are a lot of bodies, most dancing, some fucking, some it's hard to tell which. You look around the big room.

To the right you see the bar, pretty crowded with people. On the way there's a man lying on the ground, two women blowing him. Up at the bar you see two women, both dressed in the same Audrey Hepburn Breakfast at Tiffany's black dress costume making out.

Further toward the back of the room is the stage. A man in a clown wig, no shirt and colorful pants, sporting a bulge that could only be fake is at the microphone. A collection of women in various stripper-like costumes stand at the bottom of the stage looking up at him.

Behind the stage is a mysterious dark room. You can see a strobe light flashing from within and a sign above that says "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."

As you scan the room to the right you catch glimpse of a woman, tall, leggy, long curly red hair and pale skin. She's wearing an amazing naughty schoolgirl costume, complete with a tiny white tube top, tiny plaid short skirt, white thigh highs, heels and a choker necklace from which hangs a big gaudy cross right down into her cleavage. For a moment you think she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen.

Finally you notice a room in the corner, above it are the words "Sex Spa" though you're not sure what that means.

Your wife grabs your hands and leads you somewhere.