I knocked on a massive iron framed door. The door creaked open, revealing the woman Darren told me about. If she had not worn bright red lipstick, large silver hoop earrings encrusted with diamonds, and a black, plunging blouse covering a silver chain, I would swore she was Muslim.
She spoke through a black silk veil draped over most of her face in an odd accent. “You must be Drake. Follow me.”
I followed her into a dark room. My gaydar smelled sex. I focused, Then felt gropes from naked men.
“They’re eager to please you.” She locked the door.