Past the red doors, he found himself moving through a swamp of scarlet light. Incense seemed to pour from the walls, wreathing the insides in pungent fog. Any further than a foot, and he could only make out vague shapes. The occasional body would move past him, but he was never sure they weren’t tricks of the light, dreams hidden in mist. Music hummed in the background, composed of long, lulling notes, and he felt increasingly relaxed, while at the same time almost deliriously aroused. Hypnotic,
