The sexually charged crowd notwithstanding there was a real sense of unity and friendliness in the air. Sure, a good costume or great ass was likely to draw attention, but the compliments were more about honest appreciation than ignorant lechery. Despite what you might imagine the pick up scene was actually more civilized than your average dance club on a Friday night. They no longer need to act macho to feel self-actualized. There are almost no limits to the sexual adventures a man of that type can get into.
Women feel safe saying no to men like that, and therefore much safer saying yes.
Apparently, when it's all hanging out, you don't need to play games, unless of course you want to. Dress code was strictly enforced to protect the ultimate safe space environment for all the fetish enthusiasts that dropped their social masks and came out to slap the night to sleep. Rubber, leather, vinyl, uniforms, gothic, Glam and cross dressing only. Bondage.asf People were kicked out of the dungeon area for being too nice. Coat check was a shambles, the result of thousands of pounds of disguises being shed to reveal walking, talking characters from your darkest and most private fantasies.