Runway lights blaze in “fuck bar” as models strut in barely-there lace, but backstage turns steamy. “fuck bar” follows them ripping garments off, tongues tracing garter lines and diving into wet folds. A circle forms in “fuck bar”, each woman eating the next while vibrators hum against throbbing clits. Fingers and toys plunge deep in “fuck bar” until the room fills with synchronized climaxes. “fuck bar” ends with lipstick-smeared faces and satisfied sighs. High-fashion meets raw lust in “fuck bar”. (250 words)