Riverfront Times
If you were to visit one of the newest businesses licensed to operate in St. Louis, you wouldn’t see people having sex. Not that.
But you might see a person getting florentined: They’d be cuffed standing, facing a wall, with a person behind them wielding a pair of multi-stranded leather implements called floggers hitting them — hard, yes — in a pattern of interlocking ellipses. It’s possible you’d see a woman bound to a pillar in the middle of the room with Saran wrap, her every curve hugged close by the cling. You might see people taking turns shocking each other with an ultraviolet wand. And you might leave with bruises on your ass that take weeks to heal — but not if you don’t ask for them.
