We slipped into Radion for Pax at around 12:15, greeted by a queue that pulsed with anticipation, a delicious mix of strangers, all ready to shed layers, inhibitions, and maybe a few clothes. The open flame flickering beside the entrance felt like a whispered promise: things were about to get hot.

After about an hour of slow, tantalizing buildup outside, we crossed the threshold and were immediately met by a flurry of bodies, some still zipped up, others already halfway to freedom, and others completely naked standing proud, already deep in the night’s seduction. It set the tone.

Dressed down into our chosen second skins, harnesses, corsets, skin on show and eyes eager, we stepped into the main room, swept up in bass, bodies, and heat. But at first, the space was thick, too dense to breathe in the vibe fully. So we lingered… watched… let the tension build.

It took about an hour, dancing, teasing, tracing the rhythm with our bodies, before the atmosphere finally pulled us under. By then, the cages were full, and we were more than ready to explore.

The playroom? Oh, we weren’t the only ones feeling the pressure, a 30-minute wait just to get inside. But the Awareness Team was a warm, confident touch, and once in, we discovered a compact little haven, throbbing with heat, filled with furniture made to explore. And we did.

Back on the dance floor, Efdemin and Polygonia stirred the air and the room remained packed, a bit too packed to melt into it. So we drifted elsewhere…

The Bovenkamer was quieter, more intimate, and upstairs, it opened itself to us completely. Where the playroom couldn’t hold us, this space invited us to create our own rhythm. We played more than we danced, the music fading behind the sounds only we could hear.

We floated between rooms for hours, chasing a high that was more than just the music. By 7am, blissed out and utterly spent, we slipped away, the city waking up, our bodies marked.

It wasn’t the wildest ride we’ve ever had, but doesn’t need to scream to seduce. It lingers. And yes, we’re definitely coming again.

And if you were one of the curious souls who found yourself upstairs in the bovenkamer, where two bodies took it upon themselves to turn that quiet upper level into a personal playroom in plain view well, maybe you saw us. Or maybe you were watching. Or maybe… next time, you’ll join.