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sunrise.
Prepare for an evening that promises to be a feast for the eyes and the senses.'
    When Rosie finished she
looked at them open mouthed.
    “Sound good?” asked
Christina.
    “Its definitely a few
notches up on strippers,” she replied, now understanding the girls’ barely
concealed excitement.
    “Maybe we’ll get you a
hunk,” said Bianca.
    “Or two,” added
Penelope.
    “But how did you get
these invitations?” Rosie asked, still taken aback that they were about to
attend one of Club Divine’s infamous parties.
    “Oh we have our
connections,” said Christina tapping her nose mysteriously.
    The ladies stepped out
the limousine, into a balmy, starlit night. Other women were arriving looking
ravishing dressed in their finery. Rosie’s group followed the stream of women
through the grand entrance and into a lobby of mansion-esque proportions. The
floor was covered in black and white tiles, which led to a wide central
stairwell carpeted in red, sweeping upwards to the floors above. Tonight’s main
proceedings however, were to be held in the dining hall to their left, this was
where they now headed.
    At its entrance a lady
in a backless gown took their invitations and welcomed them through with a
glint in her eye. “Oh my,” said Rosie taking in the halls splendour. It was
decadence defined, with golden fixtures and fittings, and an enormous crystal
chandelier hanging from the staccato ceiling. Across one wall was draped a velvet
red curtain, like in a theatre, just visible jutting under its edge was the
front of a mahogany stage.
    A young female
waitress in a little black dress showed the women to their table, ten of which
were arranged around the spacious hall. Each of the round tables were covered
in spotless, white tablecloths, glinting silvery cutlery, and had as their
centrepiece a delicate crystal vase containing the pinkish flower of a lotus.
    Representing sexual
female power the lotus was a more than appropriate symbol for tonight’s
gathering.
    Also on the table, was
an array of delicate little canapés intended to whet the appetite. As the
ladies took their seats the young waitress poured their drinks, before subtly
stepping back to a space by the wall. Rosie noticed several other young women
in the same simple black dresses, stood around the perimeter of the room,
available with a simple flick of the wrist.
    As the dining hall
gradually filled up, the girls tucked into the small parcels of food, giggly
and high-spirited, buoyed by the fine wine, sumptuous surrounds. It didn’t take
long before the room was full with the gentle murmur of laughing and chattering
female voices. Glancing around, Rosie noticed that their table was by far the
youngest. Many of the women were not only mature, but had the good posture,
flawless grace and general ease that came with wealth and privilege.
    Just as she was making
such observations she spotted a sultry woman in an off the shoulder, slinky cherry
red dress, taking to the stage. It was tonight’s hostess, Amanda, a woman
simply oozing class in every pore of her being. She gently tapped her wine
glass with a spoon, hushing the hall and commanding the attention of the
assembled women.
    “Ladies it is an
honour and a privilege to welcome you on this most special of nights. You all
do the setting and the occasion proud, each looking as fabulous as you do. When
I was asked to host tonight’s event I cast my mind back over the last ten years
and considered what the club has meant to me. Not only has it been responsible
for some of my most memorably outrageous moments,” at this point she paused
briefly for a moment with her red lips spread into a wicked grin, as if
recalling past exploits.
    But most importantly
it has provided a fun, safe, luxurious environment in which to have them. In
short it has rewritten the rules for a good night out. Unshackling us from the
repressive bonds that constrain our fantasies, and unapologetically plunged
into some of the