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Heart pounding, you stand in line, clutching your precious invitation. As advertised, the crowd is young, hot, and eager. You feel very out of place, but no one seems to notice you.

At the door, your invitation is accepted without a second glance. Once you offer a credit card, the man swipes it and wraps a plastic bracelet around your wrist.

"We're careless inside--your bracelet will cover anything you want to order."

Without another glance, he moves on to the next customer, and you wander into the main club.

It is, loud and dark inside, but surprisingly cool. There is an almost intoxicating floral scent everywhere, with lush, dense flower displays in most of the darkest corners. As you walk toward the dance floor, you notice that it is populated, but hardly crowded--twice as many people could fit in the space without it feeling cramped.

Fighting down your shyness, you find the darkest corner of the dance floor and try to get into the feel of the place without drawing too much attention. To your surprise, you notice that the music is from a live band--and rather a good one. This place just gets odder and odder.

The next odd thing that happens is a firm pinch to your bottom. You feel yourself being pulled round to face a tall woman with jet black hair. She is wearing black leather trousers and a corset top; you find yourself having to look up into her eyes.

She starts dancing with you, directing your movements with a firm hand. You find yourself mindlessly following her lead.

When the next song starts, she leans in and pinches you again. You feel a hand in your pocket as she turns and strides away.

Putting your hand in your pocket, you are shocked to find that, far from having taken anything, there is a new ball of cloth in your pocket. Pulling it out, you are shocked to find a red g-string.

You hastily put it back in the pocket. But then you start to think. Maybe you should try it on? Or perhaps you just need a drink.