Strictly on business.

I caught the bouncers' looks of what the fuck? as we went down the stairs. That was okay. I was clearly not suitably attired, in my polka-dot dress and scruffy flats, for celebrations of the night. The dimly-lit room was brought alive every night with swirling lights the exact shade of Barbie's heels. A rotating stage, adorned with padded stools and gold bars in the shape of a circular cage,...