I was standing in the middle of a stylish burgundy sitting room, my hands clutching the skirt of my dress, watching two strangers have sex on a couch. The man had his pants pulled down over bare buttocks and all I could see of his partner was a pair of long legs sticking up in the air like a victory sign. On the loveseat opposite, a dainty little blonde woman was paying lip service to her partner, her sheer hair hiding the details from my eyes.

My tour guide, a 20-something wearing a slinky black dress said, “This is our common room.” She waved her hand over the sex happening right in front of us. “If you’ll follow me down this hall, we have our semi-private rooms. You’re more than welcome to watch, but you aren’t allowed to hold the curtain open or join in unless you’re specifically invited to. And over here is our orgy room. Anyone can join in.”