This room was dark and loud, everything glowing a soft yet piercing shade of pink. The ceiling was abuzz with sinful distortion of mind and body, the floor writhing and squirming in lustful torment, and all in between was this dark ****** exchange of dreamy madness! December screws those tightly into that packed basement, all but a few puffs of cigarette smokers who huddle at the steps peaking over and yakking, and though their bodies freeze, their eyes shift about their edges, lingering fearful and sorrowful over the doorway as it appears in some hellish biblical portrait depicting the absolute form of lust and desire and jealous agony, sin and *** at its highest organic peak. Like hesitant lemmings, like grounded birds, like chickens they dare never enter because they may never enter. Unwelcome are the fearful and the human from that dark sinister ****** presence who came here for love and then found none, but angelic girls in heavens twisted favor may come and go as they please!Β Β How angelic they were too- cold and alone, drunken and undressed they open themselves up to heat of the floor and lose their minds and manners to the pervasive rhythm pulsating like some heart between the swirling psychedelic patterns that adorn the walls, whatever a heart may be they shine, and the heart sways heavily through the flames and the devilish young men, handsome! Charming! Their smiles bring these girls to their knees again and again they play them like harps and the girls are played such a silky and shrouded lullaby in which they find brief silence hidden between waves of fashioned euphoria, silence comparable to the silence one finds sitting in the midst of an elephant stampede while the whole earth trembles to the horizon, and it is a silence found only when one is sure beyond all doubt that they are completely alone.