You're invited to a conference that's relevant to your position and your industry.
To a party relevant to your industry.
When you arrive, a number of hired twentysomething men are milling about wearing tight tee-shirts, padded crotches, and skintight jeans. They're dancing, drinking, flirting with you and your coworkers, and subtly drawing attention towards their ample bulges.
I'm pretty sure the dancers were not even allowed to drink and they didn't flirt with female participants, if they flirted with anybody at all.
Some people in the crowd are really getting into this, having their pictures taken with them. The room starts getting sweaty, the music amps up, and the paid gogo boys start thrusting their cocks in rhythm with the music.
And I guess at this point I'm supposed to imagine getting drunk, gang raped by gays and whatnot.
This "analogy" was a severe exaggeration of what really happened.
To a party relevant to your industry.
When you arrive, a number of hired twentysomething men are milling about wearing tight tee-shirts, padded crotches, and skintight jeans. They're dancing, drinking, flirting with you and your coworkers, and subtly drawing attention towards their ample bulges.
I'm pretty sure the dancers were not even allowed to drink and they didn't flirt with female participants, if they flirted with anybody at all.
Some people in the crowd are really getting into this, having their pictures taken with them. The room starts getting sweaty, the music amps up, and the paid gogo boys start thrusting their cocks in rhythm with the music.
And I guess at this point I'm supposed to imagine getting drunk, gang raped by gays and whatnot.
This "analogy" was a severe exaggeration of what really happened.