red night party
post-midnight

Decoration, setting up the rooms on the day before.
Beginnings, guests are slowly appearing.
Mafia knocks at the door.
Pre-Midnite, the hours before midnight.
Midnite, the midnight hour.
Post-Midnite, the hours after midnight.
Danceout, last bytes of the memory stick.
Startpage, where the story begins.
Doctor Hep's Photos, this party by another photographer.
"I need to go to the restroom. Perhaps its free by now, who knows? I'll go check, I really need to go now."

"Beeeeeh, Hey you two, can you make me some room, I need to enter that door and pay a visit to the bowl inside, a bowl which cries my name by now."

"Hahahahahahaha, he needs to enter this door, did you hear that? He needs to enter this door! Hahahahaha!"

"Heh, and what do you think we are doing in front of the door? Charging entry?"

"Go enter elsewhere, man! We need to piss as well, we came first, you must wait for your turn, got it?"

Meanwhile in the living room...

"What's that on her neck? It hangs."

"Hihi, loks like money of some sort."

"Ah, my poor baby. She had stripped for the Berkemayerew and that brought her some ruble. Then he asked her to dance and that made her sick a bit."

"You have something between your teeth darling, let me investigate..."

"Suddenly a desire to grab you overcomes my reason. Come here, you little something."

"Hehehehihihi, you are tickling!"

"Smack... kiss... slurp... mmmhhhhh..."





Let's take a closer look at that. Time for some serious tonguing, eh? Nothing can be done to placate the best of us :-)

"Wow... I am horrified."

"Mmm, I like it!"

"I dream of it..."

"I'm ashamed."

"I don't care."

"Well, now I'll get my share!"