The beats of the music throb in sync with the pounding hearts of the partygoers. In the midst of the writhing bodies, a clandestine ritual unfolds. The initiates, their faces flushed with excitement and alcohol, form a tight circle. A hand, trembling slightly, reaches out, grasping the proffered tool. The room watches, breath held, as the initiate explores, learning the curve, the length, the weight. The air is filled with the scent of sweat and the faint, underlying aroma of desire, as the game of 'lhwya' brings the initiates closer, both to each other and to their hidden desires.