And, yes, twos, threes, fours and more are doing, well, more. Many of the women wear expensive lingerie, some men are wearing masks with their head-to-toe New York City black.
The membership-only crowd is 60 percent female, according to the club’s owner, with a vibe that’s described by one recent attendee as “hetero-flexible.” Participants work mostly in entertainment, fashion and media. Some are in brick-walled spaces dressed as a jail or doctor’s office others are behind doors in private, by-reservation-only rooms that cost $1,000 a night and pay homage to the likes of Leonardo da Vinci. There, on Friday and Saturday nights, past a velvet rope, a bouncer and front-desk check-in, down a perilously steep flight of concrete stairs - illuminated red by a scrawling, Jenny Holzer-esque chyron urging “SEND NUDES” - about 100 people gather in a maze of 16 rooms. In a secret location on a quiet lower Manhattan corner, not far from the Hudson River, is a new sex club.