I'm interested in how and why men and women act out their needful plays. All the world's a stage at a strip joint in a dream of Morocco before Death (the operatic, universal storm-trooper for the bad guys — but the Angel of Merciful Pleasure for the good guys) asks you to pay the bill — all of it, plus tip. Look at the strippers, the staff, the audience; all of them are all ages, because this is the Literotica Hotel. Weird thing though. The hottest strippers in their ordinary flesh never seem to do as well as those geeky pen-holding ecdysiasts of the spirit in the Executive Room for Gods & Goddesses, where they write hot myths for the ultimate sex organs — our ecstasy-loving minds.
Location
Beautiful North Canada