Doorman, jolly, rounded, clearly solid ushers you in. The queue is unhurried, people in front chatter like old friends with the flame haired Dominatrix. You, in turn, are put strangely at ease by her gently dangerous manner. Long staircase downwards. Lighting grows dimmer.
Pop sounds from the floor above give way to the laconic sophistication below.
Down, down, down. To the very bowels of the building. Open the double doors. Sumptuous d cor, an atmosphere you can taste. Move quietly in amongst your own people.