{"id":199,"date":"2017-04-14T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2017-04-14T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.lovenselife.com\/uncategorized\/tokyo-night-club"},"modified":"2017-04-14T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2017-04-14T00:00:00","slug":"tokyo-night-club","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lovense.com\/sex-blog\/fun-weird\/tokyo-night-club","title":{"rendered":"Burlesque, Black lights, and Boob Cake – A Tokyo Night Club"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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We were certain we would hit at least one fetish club during our trip to Tokyo<\/strong> (on top of the temples, go clubs, fish market, and anime district) but it was the only part of the vacation we hadn\u2019t planned in any detail – even an address.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still, the flight came, kinky essentials were thrown into our suitcases, and we grabbed the first taxi we could get our hands on (which turned out to be a mistake because the driver took his sweet ass time getting there, and my boyfriend had to restrain me from grabbing the flogger out of my bag to make him go faster).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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TRYING TO FIND THE BAR<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The first couple days were sightseeing, Japanese action figures, my first taste of matcha (green tea) ice cream, and enough ramen to kill a large horse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, by the third day, we were itching for something less mainstream and more leather (or, at a minimum, grinding).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is how Deca Bar Z got on our radar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the magical power of Google, \u201cfetish party\u201d mixed with \u201cdecadence bar\u201d brought up some cool-looking pictures. We slapped on our modest clubwear (which was honestly just slightly nicer street clothes) and made our way to the Shinjuku district – right in the middle of the red light district.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t see it. The address says it\u2019s right here,\u201d I said, wondering if the last four people we asked for directions had been lying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cWe gotta go up,\u201d said my boyfriend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEverything is up in Japan.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The thing that threw me the most about Tokyo was how perfectly normal it is to have businesses stacked upon each other (as opposed to some western countries who avoid second-floor business like an STD).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was honestly a constant repetition of, \u201cAre we in the right place?\u201d all the way up in the elevator and down the less-than-clean hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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INSIDE THE SMALL, BUT MEMORABLE SPACE<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The unassuming door, thankfully, had its Superman-esque logo on the front.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It opened to a space that was equal parts dark, the brightest neon known to man, and black lights that made all the neon seeable from space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And this is not a complaint. It was awesome<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Checkered floors, pink brick walls, cupboards, drawers, and coolers behind the bar had been painted like monsters dripping with Nickelodeon goo. The bathroom was the most unnerving confined space I had ever been in. And the dance area with a raised DJ booth that seemed like that ran out of colored paint and only had black left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Employees scuttled around, make-up and costumes already on, trying to get the refreshments ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One was a drag queen that looked like a vintage pop-art girl without the dots and a bright yellow face, another wore a sheer Mumu thing trimmed in feathers, and two more that looked like they slept in a tanning booth \u2013 which I would later learn is a beauty trend in Japan that isn\u2019t called \u201cblackface\u201d in an offensive way, but rather a rebellion against the \u201cpure white\u201d faces that are mainstream in Japan.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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People claimed seats or space while more and more guests showed up. The smoke also started to build (which is one of the main problems I have with certain party places).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At least the energy was amazing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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SOME INTERESTING CHARACTERS<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The attire was all over the place. Like a mish-mash of fashion colliding in one room:<\/p>\n\n\n\n