Live flogging shows started almost immediately with ample tables and seating in front of the stage (the dance floor is behind he stage). They had a variety of attractive people rotating and doing these shows all night. People were chained, cuffed, rope tied or just hanging from contraptions on stage as they were whipped and paddled. Toward the end of the night one woman was wrapped from head to toe in saran wrap. Only her rear end was exposed so it could be paddled. She had a breathing tube in her mouth protruding from the plastic wrap so that she could breathe. When it was over it was actually rather interesting watching them cut her out of her plastic cocoon.
The music on the main dance floor was great! It was a huge floor with 3 large go-go type boxes to dance on. I used the dance floor when attendance was sparse and moved up to the boxes when the floor was packed. I just assumed that my dancing would be no big deal here. In a town full of professional performers and dancers surely my moves would go unnoticed. Not the case. Surprisingly no one there danced like I did and it wasn't long before I found that people were staring at me as I danced up on the box.
The music on the second dance floor was equally good but the floor was too packed and there were no stages or boxes to dance on. So I pretty much disregarded that room all night. My biggest surprise of the night was when I ordered a drink. I asked for my usual, a Corona, which is $3.50 ot $4.25 depending on which club in Seattle I'm in. Imagine my shock and horror when I was told it was $7. I tipped the bartender $1 and walked away with what turned out to be an $8 beer. I knew at that point that this would be my first and only drink of the night. I figured it was water from then on out.
I really enjoyed seeing what everyone was wearing. With so much more selection in LA to shop from there were some fantastic outfits at the club that I just don't see in Seattle. Platform boots with buckles running up the side are hugely popular here (more so than in Seattle). Generally there was just a lot of goth variety and creativity.
I think I danced way too much. I couldn't help it. I was getting bored and cold at the club and there was no other way to entertain myself and keep warm. One of the club photographers kept taking my picture as I danced up on the box. I talked to him later and he said he only shoots for the fliers, not the website. And he didn't have a flash but he was trying to catch me under some of the rotating lights. He doesn't know if it worked or not.
One girl talked me into hanging out with her friend who liked me. He was very nice and even bought me another $7 beer. But as I sat talking with him I really longed to be free and roam the club in search of prey. I chose to be polite instead so he got my company a good part of the night. I got to prowl around just a little after he left.
It's definitely a fantastic club with more space, flash, fashion, live shows, sparkle and energy than all the Seattle clubs. But what I realized is that all the good music and go-go boxes just can't compare to having your friends with you. I miss walking into a club and seeing the faces of people I enjoy. I miss snuggling up to my friends and maybe stealing a kiss or two. I miss intelligent conversation and catching up on everyone's lives. The club experience is just empty without it.