Paul stepped into an opulent lounge, quite similar to a high-class men's club. It was illuminated by soft white track lighting, and the bumping beat of a dance track filled the air.
The beat seemed to fill him, and Paul unconsciously began to rhythmically move to the music even as he made his way to the bar, scoping out all of the women.
"I'll have another moonshine," he said to the bartender, a smoking hot blonde. Paul began to realize as he scoped the bar again that not only was this the lounge for straight men, he was the ONLY man there.
He was quite sure he was in heaven; every woman was flawless, without an ounce of fat on any of their bodies. They zeroed in on him as well, and soon he found himself surrounded by smiling women, all seductively dressed and smiling.