An e-mail explained that improper attire could get you bounced from the Passing Fancies party before you even stepped foot in the town house. Even if you were a member. Even if you had already bought a ticket. “Improper” didn’t mean indecent; several girls wore just lace bras and thongs. It meant jeans, uncombed hair. “Improper” meant looking bad.
Passing Fancies, a London sex club for people under 30, was hosting a party in an area of the city a friend described as “full of embassies.” The club is part of the “Eton-verse,” that friend said. It’s for boys who went to the British boarding school started by Henry VI or one of its select equivalents, and for girls who choose to associate with the only boys in England with a chance at becoming prime minister. Men wore suits, and most women wore cocktail dresses.
