As I was perusing the store's selection of corsets, fishnet dresses and Rubba-Wear crotchless panties, I was greeted by Silber himself, a trim, tanned man dressed nattily in Hawaiian shirt and cotton slacks. The brass rail gleamed in the glow of the black lights. We have girls come in with guys who don't want any part of shopping, but then they see the stage and they want her to try on everything in the store. He said a lot of transvestites come here, too. The key to his success, he said, is maintaining an open but respectful environment.
Sex is strictly forbidden and privacy is respected.
Some debate ensued over what color bustier would be best, with red and black finally trumping pink and white. Thigh-high stockings followed, along with black gloves and a red boa. The biggest one, of course. At last I clomped onto the stage in the gargantuan Sultries, seized the brass rail for support, and tried some tentative moves to the music. Then came the showgirl-style feather headdress and masks, and I was a goner.