Turbulence
an excerpt

Turbulence was a throbbing, multi-story cathedral of music, dance and sex. The main dance floor was surrounded by stairways which wound up onto balconies where patrons could buy drinks or pose against tables overlooking the dancers. Further levels were either recessed into the ground or raised up with mezzanine flooring. Lights and video screens screamed from every surface, all synchronised to the ever important one-twenty beats per minute. On an alter-like stage raised up from the bottom dance floor were the turntables where the DJ wove together sounds that intoxicated the crowd.
Raised above everything in the vault-like ceiling were two executive boxes where private parties were held. I found myself approaching the first executive box; apparently our friend the hack had put a big effort into making his party into something pretty amazing.