Yes

You lift the door's heavy knocker and you hear the voices turn into loud moans, but not just any moans: The moans of men in orgasmic bliss. The music is now an intoxicating, pounding, drum beat. The door opens slowly, the room inside is cloaked in a bright light. With all the moaning, you can't think straight. You can only think gay gay gay (sry for the bad pun, too easy). Your mind is racing with thoughts of men up against you, grinding you, feeling themselves, feeling you, pleasuring themselves, pleasuring you.