A new story I'm authoring on bebo:

This bar, restaurant or refuge is filled with the fruits of life in all stages ripe, raw or in the middle of it all. Winged angels served on trays or leather clad bunnies with whips, the variety of people and stories that are placed on the tabs or tips. This world and path of life, this game of sin is played and walked by the deprived, the wealthy, the willing, and the obligatory. We see people every day with our ordinary eye and that of the unseen sins we spy, we take and the fantasies and desires we make real.

In night and day our bar is open to anyone who enters with minimal assets and even with a trivial request we will indulgence them with our smiles and warmth of our company. The oriental looking stairway led from the back of the bar upwards followed the spirals on the wall and the etchings of the doors that led to many dreams and even much more ecstasy.

Behind our doors is the overpowering allure of musk. Would you care to enter?