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A more deliberate public performance took place later
in the evening as Eve Prince, Leslie Savage and Andrew Hampsas took the
club's stage. Prince started by slashing Andrews throat with a scalpel,
a stream of blood clotting as it trailed down his neck. Soon he was on
his back with needles stuck through his sides, which were then crowned
with short candles. After the candles were lit, Leslie proceeded to stamp
out the fire, leaving Andrew one happy camper indeed.
Meanwhile, back in the dungeon, another first-time fetishist chatted up a white-vinyl-clad tv who was hog-tied on a bondage table- maybe they were discussing the people being bound to posts and being mummified with saran wrap. We couldn't quite hear. All that slapping got kinda loud.
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