From the road it looked like a concrete bunker, partially hidden by trees, unmarked but for a small and typically unlit fluorescent sign:
It was a bar by license, but in hiring practice it became an intergalactic smorgasbord of xenosexual delights, females of fancy species serving drinks and offering cultural exchange to human males seeking some strange.
From Go, Mutants, p. 123
"Love Goddess of Venus" by The Ventures
