The Club was squeezing at the seams with people. There were mirrors covering all the walls of the club...including the ceilings. In the center of the dance floor there was a glass mirrored runway with a disco ball waving high above it which created a prism of lights of diverse rays of color. Behind the bartender there was every kind of liquor that a drunk ever could imagine; arranged amongst the fourteen shelves. Each drink was housed in an interesting shaped bottle that often represented the shape of a woman's body. There were men who wore purple dog tags around their neck who would occasionally bump into a patron and words would be exchanged, as well as a very quick and swift drug transaction. I was in complete awe at the scene that was in front of me. This was all that I had imagined and even more. Angel leaned her face to my right ear and whispered, "So, welcome to my world...if you think you can handle it come out and play."