By midnight the time-honored formula of house music, alcohol, and carnal desire has unleashed behavior that certainly occurs elsewhere in the city, but rarely in such abundance. A young woman lifts the back of her skirt as she passes, her underwear either invisible or at home. Many women have dressed for the occasion in schoolgirl knee socks, see-through tops, short dresses, or pleather pants. They wait in line together for the bathroom, nuzzle on love seats, and turn their heads in unison to greet each pair of arrivals until the crowd numbers about 60. They also mingle, together.
Couples come here, couples who seem to love each other, but also want to explore.
Otherwise, it can be a really bad experience. But then, they've also come back. Here, the lighting is dim, and conversation is limited to whispers. Truth be told, it's rather exhilarating knowing such a place even exists, that everyone is free to do as they please and then return to work come Monday. A few minutes later, she cries out again.