Please, what is this place?" Finally she acknowledged, "It’s a ladies' club where I meet many friends." She walked to a booth and took off her coat....I removed mine too. She took both and tossed them aside filling one side of the booth. She was wearing a partially buttoned gray blouse, just sheer enough to reveal her true-blonde pale areolas encircling her awakening nipples, a short black leather skirt exposing the lace tops of her gray-tone stockings, and of course those black heels. She caught. At last she told me that she wanted variation, that she is the kind of woman that didn't belong to anyone and yet she belonged to everyone.It annoyed me tremendously to hear her say this because it was such an obvious Lana Del Ray rip-off. Furthermore, it meant I needed to accept her for the slut she is. I was a man whose wife belongs to everyone was the message I received. It led to me not pushing the subject anymore. Instead, I bottled up my frustration and tried to suffer, with dignity. It. As if on cue, my contact showed up and I prayed he had not seen me talking to the Western female because it would be yet another nail in my coffin. The transfer was made and I waited almost a full hour before retrieving it from under the long sofa. My return home was almost in a daze and I carefully decoded the message using the correct book from my library to coincide with the sequential day of the year. It just so happened to be, “A Tale of Two Cities” and I wondered if that was some sort of. We were all here to be seen and hopefully picked out for a more intimate encounter in a hotel room or a back seat. I danced with the crowd and wondered what the night held for me, but when I looked at Robert, I began to get an idea of what it would be.When I started coming down off the coke, I asked him if he had any more. He nodded and followed me off the dance floor. He grabbed my hand and slipped a packet inside of it. I smiled at him and started to make my way to the bathrooms. When I got.