The first Naked Underwear of the year marks the reopening of the Stammbar… and it carries that quiet shiver you only get after weeks of waiting.
In the dim light, bodies start finding each other again. Skin brushes against skin in the darkroom, slowly at first, as if relearning the space, then a little closer, a little warmer.
The humidity returns instantly, familiar and welcoming, settling on shoulders and pulling movements together. A dense, pleasant heat that makes breaths overlap and touches grow bolder.
It’s a night to let yourself sink into that mix of softness and tension, of shy contact turning electric. A return where you rediscover the bar through bodies before you even take in the room.
Everything begins again here in warmth, in closeness, in the quiet spark of contact waiting to ignite.
