Wrapdance


Many-Eyed Hydra


“How about here?”


Simon Laws looked at the building his friend, Stephen Clark, was pointing at. Lurid red and blue neon tubes ran along the fascia of an otherwise innocuous old warehouse building. The same tubes twisted into the shape of a heavy breasted girl twirling around a pole. The name, “SATAN'S HOLE”, was emblazoned above a narrow doorway.


Subtle, it wasn't.


“Looks a bit tacky,” Laws said. The vodka buzz