Most days are the same for a banquet hall. You serve as the meeting place for some sort
of dinner event, maybe a lackluster show or a presentation on how to get rich
quick. Maybe every once in a while
someone you like or admire will speak or eat in you, but for the most part,
life is a series of uninterrupted dull patches, reflecting the ambient boredom
of your life.
Today is going to be way, way better. See, today the "Conference of Consenting
Adults" has scheduled an event inside your halls and they, within fifteen
minutes of the start of their event, will have stopped consuming hummus and
will have begun going down on one another.
They won't all be attractive: as a rule, orgies will always
have people you'd rather not have seen naked participating in them. But the positivity of the CCA, their
enthusiasm, and the inclusiveness of their love making will make you, as a
room, feel included in a way you rarely do.
A more exclusive orgy or sex party might make people feel
judge or self-conscious, but the CCA, with their "anything goes"
policies and their "ask once, and only once" mentality to inclusive,
no means no, yes means yes, fun, will make you feel like the world is a big
organism dedicated to predicating universal love. You'll know better, of course, but from 4:30 PM
to 9:45 PM you'll experience a kind of unconditional love pouring out of your
human occupants and into your parquet floors, a love that will stick in you and
leave you feeling warm and fuzzy for weeks to come. The only interruptions will come from the
besieged catering company that will occasionally interject itself into the proceedings. These cater waiters will, for brief moments,
spike judgment, but it will be less invective than you'd expect. Given the things these waiters must see, must
see without judging on a regular basis, it will hardly be surprising that less
than perfect people bumping uglies will barely even register as odd to them.
Congratulations Banquet Hall!
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