Dancer, Dai Burger, Junglepussy, Kay Rizz, Contessa Stuto

Dancer, Dai Burger, Junglepussy, Kay Rizz, Contessa Stuto

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dai Burger (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dai Burger (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

 Contessa Stuto (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Contessa Stuto (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dai Burger performing (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dai Burger performing (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dancer (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dancer (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Juliana Huxtable of House of Ladosha (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Juliana Huxtable of House of Ladosha (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Bailey Styles (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Bailey Styles (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Joey LaBeija (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Joey LaBeija (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Junglepussy (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Junglepussy (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Richard Kennedy (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Richard Kennedy (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

 Dosha Devastation of House of Ladosha (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dosha Devastation of House of Ladosha (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

WC Kids TeeBurr and Matt Sebastian (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

WC Kids TeeBurr and Matt Sebastian (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Santana WIlliams (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Santana WIlliams (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

TeeBurr texts, Matt Sebastian and Kay Rizz share fishbowl

TeeBurr texts, Matt Sebastian and Kay Rizz share fishbowl

It’s 3 a.m. at Passion Lounge, the heavily mirrored club on Broadway previously known as Angels, and the roving underground party known as Ultra Velvet is in full swing. Brooklyn rapper Dai Burger coos a line from her new single into the mic: “Soufflé, I could come on these bitches all day.” She’s iced in iridescent blue from head to transparent heel. Her audience is similarly attired in ensembles ranging from the futuristic to the obscene. As lasers spin, they share fish bowls, sipping an orgy of liquor from long straws. Passion’s towering security guards look on, confused.
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