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The VIP Room- This was all so new to me. It's titillating, if not a bit overwhelming. Base thumped in my chest and ears as scantily clad women walk around offering dances. I can smell sex and cheap booze as I try not to stare at one person for too long. My friend wraps his arm around me laughing, "Come one man, it's ok to look. That's why we're here." I smile, but shift uncomfortably in my chair. A few of the other boys we came with have spread out, buying dances, flirting with strippers, eating wings. Someone hands me a drink. I down it as fast as I can. My eyes linger on a girl for longer than I mean to. When I look back around, my friend is gone. Shit. I stand up to go find him,. and quickly catch sight of him talking to her. The same girl I'd just been staring at. I see him hand her a wad of cash, way to thick to be for once dance. He smiles at her, and points at me. What was he saying to her? It was impossible to hear over the music. My breath catches in my throat as she walks up to me. She traces a finger down my chest. "Your friend wants me to take you to the VIP room," She says "He was VERY specific about what to do." She takes my hand before I can say anything, walking me through the crowd to the black velvet curtain... (So what did he tell you to do?)

On Display- I wake up naked on a couch that isn't mine, holding a lukewarm can of... wait, what is it? It looks like a beer can, but the label looks off. I put it down on the end table, blinking as I try to gauge my surroundings. The last thing I remember I was lying awake in bed next to my sleeping wife, horny and struggling to fall asleep when those flashing lights seemed to light up the sky. So how did I end up here? And where did my pjs go? Did I sleep walk? My confusion is interrupted by a crash in another room. I stand up with a start, grabbing a pillow to cover myself. I slowly creep toward down the hall toward the noise. The air is sweet and thick with a fog that makes it hard to tell if this is real or a dream. There's a long mirror hanging on the wall, almost the length of the hallway. Odd, there was a mirror in the other room too. One of the doors slams open, and a women as naked as I am stumbles out, holding her head. She screams. I scream. The aliens on the other side of the "mirror" laugh. A small plaque under the window has a blurb about humans written in some indecipherable script. Most of the information was wrong or outdated, unimportant information for visitors to ignore. There's a sign above it in grand marquee lettering: "NEW EXHIBIT- HUMAN SEXUALITY AND MATING HABITS." (Two strangers unknowingly stuck in a zoo exhibit together. Do we get along? Do we try and solve the mystery of our new enclosure? How long before we succumb to the gas they're pumping into our "house" and give them the display they are so clearly after?)