low ceiling, soft light, bass throb, somewhere underground in the emerald city, somewhere in dreams, somewhere in an adult only tv fantasy i find myself. the men all suited and dressed from the corporate thrill, a gold evening fix riding high on stock market success and future markets hindsight, spending illusionary money on illusionary girls, it's penthouse pet night apprently and here i am in my strange life, sitting at a table guest of my eccentric friend who is loaded cashed up and looking like an albino new orleans sax player on a cocaine binge, he drinks elegant champagne as an array of women in lingerie proffer themselves unto us for a simple exchange. i work out a fundamental law of humanity, you can't buy love but you can rent enthusiasm. i love my friend, he's an amazing man, a man out of the box who likes his quality merchandise and likes to share it with me.
girls take of their clothes, the music is loud, one by one they complete exotic striptease, sometimes two by two. i drink my lemonade admiring their bodies everywhere you look girls are getting naked, revealing their assets, hoping you make an investment. i meet two french girls and impress them with some elementary french and knowledge off french culture. they both smell fantastic. a black amazonian woman sits next to me with her husband, she's from london and looks glamourous and sophisticated. twenty minuets later she's dressed in a red latex devil suit fire dancing and taking all her clothes off while men chuck bunches of money at her, her husband looks at her lovingly. 
i meet a very sexy looking suicide blond who apparently was a candidate for my favourite political party, the sex party. i'd like to chat with her but i'm suddenly diverted by
the only girl that strikes me as being remarkable... a little dark skinned nymphette from mauritius, she wears glasses and confesses her desires to me, while peeling of her clothes. 
resistance is futile here, men are defenceless, reduced to their default setting when soft and very seductive smelling flesh is presented as a smorgasbord of pleasure only a fraction of a centimetre away, temptation is capped by the fact i don't have any cash, i'm just along for the ride with a friend. 
the room shifts gears, suddenly these women start dancing on tables, gyrating, being as provocative as they can, pornographic even, curtains are drawn, private booths, more cash rolls out stuffed into girls g strings, it's a strange thing, something like i imagine a groovy kinda hell would be like, here you get everything except love. 
the evening ges on and on, at about five in the morning we are in a chinese restaurant eating fantastic food, it's absurd, i'm looking at fish in tanks, drinking jasmine tea. the sun rises. i drop my friend off, he's gone, loaded up on champagne and narcotic sex with strippers. i'm ready to close my eyes and dream.