going to a bar-- the wrong bar

I wander into a bar - one I heard about on a web site. It's supposed to be a hot place for guys to gather. Inside the dark, smoky bar I find a group of leather clad bikers.

Not my usual cup of tea but... when in Rome... so to speak.

I haven't even gotten my first drink when a fellow in full leather S&M gear approaches me. "I like the suit." He looks me up and down. "Hot."