Her sister is getting married.

Everyone flying in for their union next week in Lisbon. Lena is the maid of honor.

“She´s just not herself around him” she complained as we taxi up to Renate early, hoping to skip the line, but it had already started to make its way down the street in wild outfits.

I overheard the two guys infront of us.

One, wearing zebra print tights, bare upper body, black tape covering his nipples and his face painted like he was off to war in some ancient time. The other, wearing suspenders over a wife beater, Hunter S Thompsen glasses and capri pants.

Zebra print tights had been filming a porn scene earlier that day.

“He got stuck in her during the money shot, dude”
“What?”
“Yeah dude, so we´re just at the wrap. All we need is the cum-shot right, and then he can´t fucking pull out”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah bro, his dick got stuck in her cuz of his piercing”.
“No?!” 
“Yeah, we had to fucking drive them to the hospital, stuck together like that…”
“Dang… So, what happened?”
“We had to pack up our shit and shoot it next week”.
“I mean with the actors”
“Oh, they stuck something in his ass, apparently to get him hard and somehow he slipped right out”.

I looked at Lena with wide eyes gesturing a nod towards their conversation, but she was ranting about her sister.

“I know, right?” she said, thinking I was shocked about what she was saying.

“Yeah, so annoying” I let her believe, since I didn’t want to draw attention from those guys by saying something about them. I told her after we got into the club and we shared a laugh about how he was complaining over his regular day at the office.

I checked my phone for the event.

“Bad Bruises presents: House Of Red Doors #5: SIN”

Latex, leather and nudity in all shapes, sizes and genders walked through a giant plushy vagina after having paid their price to get in.
Dressed in the theme of the night, you paid 7. Nude, was free.
We paid 15. Although provocatively dressed for us, we stood out. Normal.

A series of performance art opened each room of the club.

After the first room was open, everyone moved upstairs, into a smoke-filled dark room with red lighting.
Deer antlers set like a crown on a woman´s beautiful red hair.
She stood in a dimmed red spotlight, wearing a long cream colored trench-coat, forming broad shoulders, a tight waist and flowing down to her feet.
Majestically she displayed herself  with her hands at her hips, demanding respect with her tilted chin and dusky eyes.  
As the audience quieted down, mystical tunes filled the room simulating the woods as she slowly started swaying her hands from side to side, starting a sexy burlesque, removing her coat, ending up in a sequin leotard.

At some point the entire club was open, oozing sexy vibes and pumping different styles of techno in each room.
Spanking devices of all kinds taking willing game, strapped on dicks, plastic foil.
One of the rooms had a big cross in it with people dressed as nuns and priests, taking confessionals in designated booths.

As we reached our first peak of the night, everything slowed down.

Lena looked at me,

took my hand as I had taken hers in the hotel earlier,

put her Grandmother´s bracelet on me and we start making out as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

So natural we forgot it even happened.
That first peak was one of many in the night’s cocktail of delights.
Not so much forget, as time picked up it’s pace to a rapid and suddenly I find myself waking up in the hotel room to my wake up call Monday morning..       

“Hello?”
“This is your wake up call, miss Evan”
“Oh… thanks, what time is it?”
“It’s eleven, miss Evan”
“Great. Ok, thanks” about to hang up, the receptionist adds
“Your friend said to say “great weekend babe xx” when she left earlier”
“Eh.. oh.. thanks again..” I hang up the phone feeling foggy and empty.

I look at my wrist. Lena’s bracelet.