Nearly everyone is decked out in black. Oliver fits right in, with his black leather pants, tight short sleeved net shirt, and black leather suspenders. I, in my shiny, crimson, flouncy dress, stand out. “Come on, let’s go up to the second levelâ€?, Oliver says, taking my hand and leading me towards the spiral staircase in the middle of the large room. My dress rustles as we ascend the staircase, and I grit my teeth in annoyance at the sound.

The second level is more dimly lit than the first level, and there are beds with small black tables next to them everywhere. I’m a bit taken aback. Me, Oliver, a dimly lit area with beds. It doesn’t sound like the best idea. But, everyone else seems to be behaving themselves. There are only a few couples kissing; most people are just sitting on the beds drinking and talking. Oliver smirks. “This is why I like this place…it’s really odd.” We head for a space near the back of the room. Oliver stretches out on the bed, and I stretch out beside him.