The place was deceiving from the outside. While it looked huge from the parking lot, it wasn't possible to really get a visual until I was inside because I couldn't see the basement that happened to double The Warehouse's size.
An intricate maze of rooms-some set up for specific types of play, having grouped types of equipment in them, bondage, machines, whips, et cetera, while others simply had beds with eyehooks covering them-made up the lower level. The ground floor was more of a huge studio with few walls separating the space. People played publicly, baring all. I wasn't as surprised as Nate was to see people engaging in open s****l activity. I was shocked, however, by the disinterest of the patrons in others. No one cared what the couple or group next to them was doing or even paid
