PAINT ME NAKED
Wearing everything from sequined gowns to tailored coats, heels clicking against the floor like punctuation marks to conversations filled with mischief.
It was a sea of boss ladies, bachelorettes, and bold spirits who probably ran corporations by day and screamed for male dancers by night.
Couples were scattered here and there, but most of the tables hosted groups. Glass tables circled by C-shaped velvet couches gave the whole place a luxe-lounge feel, while still leaving enough room for performers— or guests— to move freely.
The walls were lined with golden sconces casting long shadows, and hanging between them were large, tasteful sketches of nude male torsos, drawn in charcoal. Not obscen
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