To encourage the free-for-all, I play a game called “Body Tequila.” We take a volunteer, strip her down to her lingerie, she will lie down on a table, and the volunteers line her legs with salt all the way up to her lips. I stick a wedge of lime in her mouth, and shout “one, two, three, go!” The girls lick all the way up, and the winner is whoever takes the shot of tequila first.
What else happens there?
Oh, we play spin the bottle in different rooms, that usually is enough until they all manage to pair off and jump into a bed with five others or a bath with 10 others. Then, three o’clock strikes and they all have to go home. Then, of course, the next day is all the lost property. My God, I have wardrobes full of dresses, shoes, knickers, bras, suspenders, corsets, hats, and I put it all on Instagram.
The majority don’t come back to claim them.
For the brave that come, it will liberate you and it’ll give you that confidence you can’t get anywhere else. It’ll shape you and you won’t take shit from anyone ever again.