We crept slowly along the darkened hallway leading to the entrance. It seemed so secretive and mysterious, but that was the allure. Once at the door we gave a light tap, tap as instructed, and waited. The peephole opened and an eyeball rotated around, sizing us up. The door clicked open and in we went, a room almost as dark as the hallway we had just left. Here and there a few splotches of light, and the outlines of hunched figures engrossed in private convos. In the corner was a misty light coming from the ceiling. We moved that way and heard a murmur of activity. As we got closer we could make out the table, and the balls scattered over it. DAMN, we were in a fuck'n poolroom. We thought it was a whorehouse!