Writing wild

One way to get a good result out of writing a scene, especially in an erotic story, is to describe a place that's full of possibilities, and then let your imagination loose inside it. Say for example a high-priced bordello, seen through the eyes of a woman on her first night of work there.  I've just finished the first draft of a scene in that setting.  Here's an excerpt:

The room has a long black bar built in an S curve and backed by a glowing wall of red glass. The light makes silhouettes of the liquor bottles on the glass shelves and of the bodies of the topless women tending the bar. They wear black masks across the upper halves of their faces, derby hats, and white collars. Their red lips are pretty, their bodies are slim, and their tits are small. I wonder if the bartendresses are for sale.

          Men standing at the bar watch me descend the stairs. Their eyes follow me without any pretense of politeness. Some wear the business casual uniform of khaki slacks and polo shirts, but most are in good suits and some have on tuxedos.

          The women walk straight to the men at the bar and at tall round tables under red spotlights. Shapely bare arms reach out. Bodies sway under the touches of strangers. I stand with one foot on the last step and wonder where in this wildness to go.