The American Spectator

Two lesbians, who say they enjoy bondage, order a drink and retire to the club’s whipping bench. They take turns thrashing each others’ behinds as one at a time they arch their backs over the leather-bound table, securing their wrists in buckled stirrups.…

For Gallo, Fetish Night is like a sexual supermarket where she can spend the evening shopping around before making a final selection. She says it’s one of the few places in Toronto where she can find what she’s looking for—a man who wants to be controlled.

“If you go to [an average singles club], it’s hard going up to a guy and saying: ‘Excuse me, do you mind tying me up?’

“Here, I’ll approach people, find out what they’re into and arrange to met them later if we’re in sync.” …

Heymes notes that police regularly check the club and have made no complaints.

“We’re offering a venue for people who are into that lifestyle to show themselves off.

“Isn’t it fantastic that Toronto has something like that to offer?”

(August 13, 1991)