What an amazing place!

It’s not a strip club or a seedy red-light bar. The atmosphere is more like a co-ed wellness spa with whores.. You’ll find saunas, whirlpools, bars, food buffets, and sometimes even outdoor gardens or pools. Guests wear a robe, and sex workers — who are independent contractors — mingle naturally with guests, chatting and flirting to see who they vibe with. They typically wear a thong, a towel, or nothing at all.

Once a guest and a lady agree to a session, they go to a private room for a set price (usually €100 per half hour. Everything is upfront, consensual, and legal. Afterward, everyone goes back to relaxing, having a drink, or eating dinner like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

I got to Sakura FKK around 12:30pm. I knew they’d have a buffet, and I needed to eat before playtime. My debit card wouldn’t work at the door, so I hit the ATM. Entry was €55, and the nice English-speaking lady at reception explained the basics. You get a wristband with a key, number, and a chip the bartender scans. Soft drinks are free, but a 0.33 L bottle of Rothaus Pils was €6.

I grabbed some cash, and some Trajan “raw” condoms. I locked my wallet and phone in the safe, and followed the ladies directions downstairs. My locker had a towel, slippers, and a robe. I showered and headed into the club.

The basement had a sauna, jacuzzi, two massage rooms, showers, and toilets. Up the stairs was the main area. Left took you past the bar to a cafeteria-style dining room with the buffet along the back wall. Right led to a lounge with a big TV, a smoking room, and further down a porn theater. The porn theater, you walk in and you’d see the screen on your right, a big bed platform in front, and some lounge chairs to the left. Upstairs from the lounge area were private rooms — some small with queen beds, others large with round beds in the center and “cuck chairs” in the corners.