I just adore this. You brought me back to the Victorian era, when such clubs for extraordinary gentelmen were as common as rain in London. Yet, the way you pulled it out, the costiumes, make-up and wonderful, theatrical expressions gave this piece Monty Python's atmosphere, which is surely a great thing. Contragulations on Daily Deviation. Fairly deserved! I'm adding to favourites.
That came out wrong. It might imply that they needed to be drunk in order for something of a sexual nature to occur. That was not the intent, it's just that everyone appears to be drinking and smoking nice cigars, and at some point, she gets to somebody's moustache...wink wink.