As we handed our clothes over to the cloakroom attendant – one of only about ten women in the club that night – she reminded each guest that sex and drugs were forbidden, to which the guy next to me quipped, "we'll see".

Alone and naked in what was pretty much a still empty club, I wasn't really sure what I was meant to do at first. So I just sauntered over to a corner to sit and observe. Maybe Lapeyre had had a point earlier when he said that "clothes are the devices in which we lock ourselves in, the stepping stones to all kinds of oppressive relations." Maybe that was what was wrong with me – I was used to hiding behind my clothes and the way I wanted to be perceived. All the same, looking around, I couldn't help but notice that you can tell a lot about a person by how confidently they hold themselves in pubic while naked.