Leather, lingerie, jockstraps, corsets and heels. Show skin. Mask shame. No clever costumes. No funny wigs. Look like sex. If you'd fuck yourself in front of a mirror - you nailed it.

Come dressed like a problem.

Of course, Liebling. Just know someone else is wearing a corset of mirrors and a throat full of someone else’s name.

Have you been invited to invite? If yes — yes. If not — verdammt schlecht.

Your hunger. Your shadow. Your best lie. — And something you’re willing to lose.

That depends. How well do you follow directions?

Real enough to leave marks. Not real enough to save you. Perfect, isn’t it?

Late enough to be dangerous. Early enough to matter.

Revealed only to confirmed guests.

Yes. Enough to keep you standing — or on your knees. You’ll be fed. Just not how you expect.

Yes. Often beautifully. Pills, powder, poppers — whatever helps you bloom. Don’t be a mess. Don’t kill the vibe.