She nods, and Rachel and Jia giggle.
“It’ cuts out the worry of shyness. People know what the coin means, so if you meet someone and you gel then you take it from there.” She makes it sound so easy. Maybe it is.
“Thank you,” I answer.
“Have fun.” She laughs and Rachel links her arm with mine, pulling me along.
“It will be great,” Rachel muses as we hand over our jackets at the coat check.
We keep our mini purses with our phones, put our masks on, and the three of us walk down the marble floor corridor leading down to a huge set of doors.
The doors open automatically for us and we go inside stepping straight on to the dance floor, enveloped by the vibrant club mix, the multicolor strobe lights, and the people dancing.
Just like a normal club, there are guards at the door. Hunky looking guards who look like they were pulled from the set of a film.
Fascination is the first thing to take me because everyone is wearing masquerade masks of all types of description, and the majority of women are dressed in lingerie. It looks more like an erotic carnival and the way the place is artfully decorated alone is enough to suck you in.
The beauty becomes more apparent as we walk further into the clash of bodies having a great time.
There are multilevels that go up several floors, and the gold ceiling that seems endless is breathtaking. It all really does have a Venetian feel to it. Many years ago, my dad took me to Venice, and I loved it. This feels like being in one of the theaters.
I was about to continue the comparison but before I can even bring my eyes down, I see the first thing to shock me.
There are naked acrobats on aerial hoops having sex. Like, actual sex.
I have to squint and crane my neck because I’m not sure if what I’m seeing is real.
But it is, and it’s not just one couple. The aerial hoop is on some rotating device attached to the ceiling and as that couple floats away into the darkness another comes into view in a different sexual position where the guy has the woman hooked around his waist and the man’s legs seem to be the only thing holding them up.
They float by, and my eyes climb down only to freeze again at the scene before me.
It makes me stop mid track and my lips part.
I don’t know how I didn’t see before but along the sidelines of the dance floor are cubicles and alcoves with padded leather sofas. Inside the cubicles are people having sex.
They seriously are… and just like that too, with everyone watching.
Across from me is a woman with not just one but three guys. She’s straddling guy number one while he pounds into her pussy, while guy number two pounds into her ass. Guy number three feeds her his cock. While the scene reminds me of something from a very wild porno, I can’t look away.
I want to.
I feel like I should, but I’m so intrigued and… aroused that I can't.
I’ve heard things about The Dark Odyssey. I knew it was wild and unreal, but damn this is sinfully wild.
Sinfully?
I don’t know if simply describing the scene before me as sinful is enough.
A hand tugging on my elbow pulls me from my thoughts. It’s Rachel. She looks at the scene too and smiles.
She leans in and says, “it’s normal.”
The music is loud, but I heard her, and I’m shocked. But I guess I would be if I’d only ever been with one guy and was of the part of the population who thinks sex is reserved for the bedroom.
“Come on,” she says pulling me away from the scene as the music changes to something more upbeat.
The crowd goes wild and again I’m immersed in the electric vibe of the place.