you walk into the leather bar and the heavyset dude in a pup mask pole dancing in the center has his beard braided around his handcrafted harness. looking closer, his hood is actually made of tanned wolf hide, and particularly structured to emphasize the scars left from its death. there's knotwork in his thong that spells out his stage name. the dyke by the door is wearing a whole-ass breastplate as she smiles at you
write that down, WRITE THAT DOWN!