Four buckets of champagne, several shots, rounds of alcohol, and a tray of delicious cookies later, Hitch led the men into another room which led them dumbfounded.
"How the fuck does this place even fit this, in this place?" Oluo asked swaying on his feet and jabbed an accusing finger at Hitch.
Brushing his finger away like a fly, Hitch smiled sweetly. "Our establishment holds many secrets, sir. Enjoy the club scene! We will find you shortly." Leaving them once again in the VIP section with more alcohol, she disappeared into the crowd.
Levi sat on the couch feeling his head spin. Music pulsed within his body as lights synchronized with the sinful music. Stripper poles on little pedestals were littered all around the dance floor and several bird cages big enough to fit humans were suspended in midair.
Levi squinted up at one, seeing a brunette woman with a high ponytail rocking wildly to the music dressed as a sexy Robin Hood.
Erwin sat next to him and peered up at the cage. "Holy shit! There's someone in there!"
The cages started moving up and down to the beat of the music, bringing the cages down low enough to the top of the heads of the crowds and then back up almost hitting the ceiling. Men and women were suddenly visible in the cages, dancing in their own hypnotic patterns.
The men surged out onto the dance floor and lost themselves to the rhythm of the music.
Levi was beside himself, this was fucking fun! Who would have thought alcohol was the answer to his prayers? He could enjoy this, letting his guard down for a night. Being here with them, in this weird ass place with no judgement or worries of work or mindless every day shit. No baggage of the outside world existed.
This was nice. Different, but nice.
Freeing, Levi thought sadly.
Servers with trays passed around them, and each time Levi grabbed enough for the group, enjoying his new-found liberation.
Several songs circulated in this manner before they headed back to the VIP area.
Gunther bounced excitedly on the couch and grabbed a hold of Mike's shoulders. "Fucking shit! Check that chick out over there! Isn't that your type?" pointing to a woman on a nearby pedestal wearing the Princess Leia slave costume.
She looked up and smiled at Mike, beckoning him to move closer. Wrist cuffs were connected to imitation chains which encircled her as she moved sensually against the pole.
Jean appeared then and passed out fresh drinks with shots with small flames dying on the surface of them. Staying with the men to drown the shots, they each saluted on another and Jean moved to collect their empty glasses with promises to bring more.
Gunther motioned Jean closer. "Who's that pretty lady?" he asked as the stripper continued dancing, throwing long suggestive glances Mike's way.
Jean smiled and eyed Mike who was mesmerized at the woman before him, barely blinking afraid of losing sight of her.
"You're her type, alright. The name's Nanaba." Shrugging as he stood he quickly added, "She's single and ready to mingle."
Hitch returned to the group just as Jean reappeared with more drinks. "Gentlemen" she purred, "are we ready for our final act?"