A crumpled twenty dollar bill gains you entry into the "Kingdom of Sleaze". A mirror encrusted, smut-lover's paradise. Where scantily clad bodies tantalize from gleaming brass poles, and bodily fluids are exchanged like trading cards on a grade school playground. A mishmash of hardcore pornography radiates from multiple television screens, entertaining its shadowy cliental until the wee hours of the morning. In this sordid realm, anything else, would seem ordinary and mundane. Ritualistic, and boring beyond description. In the murky confines of adjacent alcoves, seamen spills onto leather recliners, and the unmistakable scent of feminine secretion intermingles with the aroma of perfume and incense. Because, much like oxygen, sex is everywhere. And anywhere for the taking. From the heart-shaped bed on the "Voyeur Room", bathed in glowing, neon light, to the heavily bleached-out porcelain of a bathroom stall. In the chlorine-filled jacuzzi, and velvet-draped boudoirs. Flesh intertwines. Often, with just the exchange of just a single glance.
There is an unspoken rule of silence, that governs over the night's festivities. Whatever transpires here, stays here. Very little is taboo, and to enter this house, means one checks much of their morality and inhibitions at the door, along with their coat. Personal vices are freely and openly indulged in, without fear of judgement or prosecution. Dressing down, is just as encouraged as dressing up. Nudity is the norm. Outfits worn, are so sexually provocative in nature, they would make even the most tawdry streetwalker seem conservative in her choice of apparel. Their colourful, polyvinyl exotics, act like homing beacons. Enticing the eyes, and accenting milky-white skin tones. Draped across well-worn couches, they become makeshift restraints, gags, and blindfolds for the spontaneously kinky. The melodic background music, an aphrodisiac unto itself, is drown out by the reverberation of slaps, moans, and giggles. All dispensed during the course, of the most unbridled, insatiable, carnal intimacy.
What is morality worth, in the face of guilt-free excess?
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