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Some of my friends invited me to a club named "9 Percent." I hadn't been to a club before, so I said yes without second thought. The first sight of the club was that a long line of people wandering in front of the gate. Most of them dressed up and wore tremendous makeup. I knew they were waiting for their friends. In front of the gate, I showed my identification to them and shelled out 600 dollars to have a stamp on my right wrist of the palm side. I could smell of smoke from thousand streets away and at a step out of the door, the smell grew obnoxiously unbearable. Still I got the stamp and strode into the club.
Many girls wore tube tops which barely covered their parts of bodies. There was even a dancing competition, but it was not really a "dancing" contest. It was literally a "boldness" contest. The more clothes you dare to take off, the more chance you got a chance to win 2000 dollars on the spot. A plump daring girl won the honor in the end. She wore a black bikini inside and took off her miniskirt in the very end of her performance which drew a resounding cheer from the crowd. So she was an clear winner.
Customers have to pay for seats if they want to sit down except those ones at the bar. The strategy made me want to leave earlier since I didn't know what to do and couldn't bear to stand for a long time. In the end I found a corner at which 9 Percent allowed people to sit on the floor. It was about 1:30 in the morning and I rarely moved afterwards partially because of the effect of alcohol and partially one day of hard working.
It was quite interesting there. For me, I still have to spend sometime to get used to the environment. Until then, I think it is interesting but I am out of place.
