The Toilet Bar

There are a number of people who work at the bar, of any genders and body type. The default uniform is a tight, black catsuit, leaving nothing to the imagination. A few well placed zippers ensure the unifrom is air tight, save for when a part must be exposed to prepare a drink. The employees attitudes vary, from sadistic and cruel to shy and nervous. The most common attitude is flirty though. Those who work their know the work they do and love it. They're always proud of mixing up a particularly nasty drink or convincing that overzealous patron to take one more sip. If approached right, most are more than willing to engage a patron in a bit of extra fun, especially for a good tip.

There exists a bar in the alleys of downtown where you are said to be able to get any drink imagineable. And they're right, to some degree, as long as what you imagine is the most disgusting, vile mixtures a kinky bitch could hope for. The bar reeks upon entering; fumes from patron's drinks and stinky servers quickly chase out any who don't belong. Those who can tolerate the stench can find their way to the bar and ask for anything they wish. It will be prepared fresh in front of them. Do they want a twink's pungent cum, a trans girl's dehydrated piss, or even the dominant owner's fresh, stinking diarrhea. Mix ins include fresh spit or sweat from the unwashed server's rank armpits. And particularly daring customers can go so far as to order a mix of multiple, or their own custom vile concoction. Drinks are free if your stomach can match your arousal, otherwise, its a pricy treat. But surely you can swallow it all. Drink up!