s1. a love poem to my sensual barok

i have done some crazy things before, at times by myself, at times with the help of alcohol. but this is the craziest of all. i was thinking of these things as i stood outside the velvet rose. and i had not taken any alcohol at that time.

thinking more about it, the craziness was less on me but much more on niNa. she has not met me. she is inside that small fitting room. i was a few meters away from her. the minute she entered that fitting room and drew the velvet curtain shut, she had agreed to what i wanted to do. she was crazier than i was, that's for sure. haha.

it also didn't escape that the name of the store was most appropriate. velvet rose is a likely name of a bar located in the red light district. with a name like velvet rose, it was obvious there would probably be a ledge inside it, dimly lit, smoky, reeking with alcohol and floor to ceiling nothing but sexuality. you knew that a velvet rose will have women inside it whose only role is to entertain men, in ways other than singing. and that ledge having a pole not meant to hold anything architectural. i was outside the velvet rose and the woman who would entertain me is inside that fitting room.

i move to enter the store.