Stephanie Mohan T he room is dark.
Men equipped with flashlights ease back into red velvet cushions awaiting naked flesh like promises.
In another room, men sit in private booths and draw back sheer black curtains. Some call this the confessional. Lined with tile, the stage is divided by a three foot plastic barrier, or 'cum guard', and a mote filled with water. An array of dildos line the stage and await her choosing. The show begins.