Doc here, a man who some say is called by Native Americans Niichaad , which roughly translates to "The Swollen One". The legend is that Niichaad once sat on his own balls during a tribal gathering, horrifying many. The name stuck, unfortunately.
Well kids, the first Secret Room 2125 Party was a huge success! We had a great turnout, had an incredible bartender in JP's Slut Toy (and JP!), and a fun, playful vibe all night long! The Secret Room was hopping, and among the most playful of the attendees were my good friends Mr. & Mrs. Slaneesh!
The last time I saw The Slaneesh's, The Mrs. was dressed as a loofah, and The Mr. as a bar of soap at our huge Halloween Party at 15th Ave. back in October. Mrs. Slaneesh was looking fantastic Friday night, and the Mr. dapper as always.
Of concern was the fact that Mrs. Slaneesh was overdue for her regular exam, and through questioning The Good Doctor discovered something missing from her evening that needed treatment and corrective action.
With that set-up, please welcome back to The Journal the awesome Mr. & Mrs. Slaneesh!
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Doc,
I wanted to get a Flash Report done for the Secret Room 2125 party. It’s been too long since we have submitted one and too long since you were involved with Mrs. Slaneesh’s ongoing medical treatments! (ed. note: Her condition was acute, her situation dire.)
We planned to get there early and spend some time in the sauna pre-party, but a few wardrobe malfunctions at home combined with a longer than normal travel time, saw us arriving around 8:30pm. We were met in the parking lot by none other than Vicky the Vixen and Victor (happy birthday buddy!). As Mrs. Slaneesh brought her body as a gift for Victor this night, there were sure to be shenanigans in the works.
With the Party Room separated from the rest of the building for this event, we used our Doc’s frequent patient cards (15th ave couple’s free admission coupon) to get ourselves into the theater and spa to grab a locker and stash our belongings. Mrs. Slaneesh also took the occasion to change into something more appropriate for her evening; tonight’s choices included tight yoga pants, a black sheen shirt (see through in the light) and her favorite corset. I forbade undergarments of any kind (actually I forbade all clothes, but win some, lose some) so these were stored for later use!
